This old saloon is dark and damp, the barstools reek of vomit and crap, the shots of Jamison poured slowly into dingy cracked glasses, But i like it cause reminds me home, on day like these were your blood runs cold, the rain pours from the blacken sky and the darkest hole can make it so you don’t feel so alone, even Johnny there just off the pike happy go lucky sits by your side and just like every other poor soul that stop by this god forsaken place, still takes a pound like a true honest soul ,even though the bar wench behind counter spat in it like she didn‘t give to lick , this is place were everything is wrong and dreams are wasted away in empty bottles of booze, its a sad old song but it rings true, I corner my self to see the news on old black and white still hung from the ceiling corner thing looks as though it had seen a president or two maybe even Nixon or the landing on the moon ,but then I digress I stop to realize another years past and im still drinking this crap wasting away in this dirty old place what the hell. What did I ever do. Oh yea I fought for what I believed in and the world said fuck you.