Last Chance Saloon (Cooper/Jones)
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Neon’s flickering like it’s had enough 
The bartender’s bored and the jukebox is stuck
I slid in a booth where I’ve been since noon
It’s all the same at the Last Chance Saloon

Smoke curls slow from a Marlboro sigh
She walks through the door and catches my eye
She don’t sit, just stands in the gloom
Like she came to haunt the Last Chance Saloon

This could be a gamble but I’ll play my cards 
Instead of clubs I might draw two hearts 
I better make my final bid soon  
Here in the lonely Last Chance Saloon 

The ‘squitos get zapped and fall to the floor 
Two drunks are bartering to have one more 
The graceful she-devil walks into the room 
To light up the dark in the Last Chance Saloon 

I glance at the ‘tender put this on my tab
As she orders a tonic and nods me her thanks
With a flick of her hair and the click of heeled boots 
She comes my way in the Last Chance Saloon 

I wish I could say she sat at my booth 
With the two of us talking and sharing our truths
But reality is we sang our own tunes 
So much for love at the Last Chance Saloon 

The fact is, she went and sat with a friend
Maybe more than a friend before the evening’s end
All I could do is look over and swoon
Until last orders at the Last Chance Saloon
Last Chance Saloon

Last Chance Saloon

David-Gwyn Jones