Smoky

Tell me something
Tell me something good
I wouldn't be in here if I wasn't so misunderstood
When the scene starts clashing
I know what to do
Think I'll sit right down and have myself a cry or two

It's smoky here in this bar
And frankly, I can't feel a thing
Though it's smoky, you can see the heartache
I might smile, but I suffer for you only
Yes, man, this barroom sure is smoky

Five or six or seven of them, eight at a time
They come in here and populate these stools each night
Guess we'll keep on popping
Keep on popping them tops
Thеre ain't a cloud outside
But in herе, the rain it never stops

It's smoky here in this bar
And frankly, I can't feel a thing
Though it's smoky, you can see the heartache
I might smile, but I suffer for you only
Yes, man, this barroom sure is smoky