Play One More

Play one more and then I'm leavin', boys

Pick one more, let those guitars ring

I can't tarry too long, for I do believe

She's been high-strung like a swallow on the wing

She may be gone

Oh, this smoky laughin' room just seems to ease my mind

Not to mention a few too many that I've had

So I pack my guitar up, for I do believe

She's been high-strung and lately feelin' bad

She may be gone

We ain't been gettin' along for a month or more

Guess I might be better off if she'd just go

But to get home, open the door and find an empty room

Could I stand the pain? I really don't think so

So play one more and then I'm leavin', boys

Pick one more, let those guitars ring

I can't tarry too long, for I do believe

She's been high-strung like a swallow on the wing

She may be gone