The Tavern
I fell in love...
With the bar man, down at the tavern
It was quite an affair.
Until he fell in love...
With the barmaid, down at the tavern
When I wasn't there.
Then she fell in love...
With a back road girl, down at the tavern
Where she used to sing.
Yeah she thought that Boston
Was the right kinda town, to hear her new...
"Country sound"
With it's sharp melodies.
Man, it just wasn't music to me.
And they shared a painter...
Slash-writer-slash-waiter, down at the tavern
He'd serve his coffee black
With quotes of Sylvia Plath
And the rest of that morbid crap.
Then his little brother
Would drift by in the summer, down at the tavern
How he was rugged & mean
And just about the ugliest man, I'd ever seen.
One week he got cozy
With a line cook called Rosey, down at the tavern
She worked her tail end off
With four boys to support
So she bid him goodbye, with a slice of her...
FAMOUS PEACH PIE
Hey Rosey, dear Rosey...
Can you teach me how to be that strong
She mumbled...Child, we just try to get along.
Down at this tavern
Smells like cigarettes
Down at this tavern
No one here can forget
These dark paneled walls
Big bright neon signs
But don't worry Girl,
Cuz we're all just passin by.
Hey Rosey, dear Rose...
I just wanna go,
Home.
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