Speed Lesson

When I walk into a barroom and every one looks up I get the weirdest feeling I’m not there When I walk into a barroom and they all look away I feel I’ve never been in their affair Now reading a barroom aint like reading in a book There’s a lot of things that need a second look There’re some I never stayed in An some I wished I left And that fella with the pool cue’s Way too tall Now I can run a table Sometimes even four But here I think I’ll settle for the door Easy money needs an open floor An that shark has lost a bite to me before Just thoughts of times spent waiting for the rush hour traffic to leave And memories of losing and winning