Open All Night'

Everybody, and his brother Stopped in, at one time, or another Not for the greasy hash browns Or the coffee, with a half a cup, of grounds They weren't there for Ruby or Ruth Whose numbers were in the phone booth At night when the honky tonks closed down It was the only place open in town The regulars sat at the back The bar was reserved for the hacks Nobody ever stayed very long A blue plate special or a jukebox song The burgers were extra greasy Waitresses a little sleazy But there were always people around It was the only place open in town My mom, warned about it's reputation My dad, more concerned about damnation I used to go there, from time to time Back when a pay phone was just a dime On occasion wound up in jail And one might say, I've been through hell Anything one needed could be found It was the only place open in town We saw the smoke, from miles away Heard the fire trucks, early that day Everybody not working, went to see The roaches and the mice run free When the honky tonks closed that night Everybody had to go home tight Cause before the old cafe' burnt down It was the only place open in town Looking back, had some good times there Just sit by the window and stare Reflections of places and faces Kinda like a memory, oasis Life was a whole lot slower I was a wild oat sower But anytime, one wanted, to hunker down It was the only place open in town by Daniel Turner