I walked three miles from the Catalina Foothills just to be a little closer to
you
You said, "My name's Rosy. What Can I get you?"
"What can I do for you?"
Or was it, "What can I do you for?"
I replied, "Hey. Thanks for the solid pour. It's been a real long time
But I think I'm startin' to kinda feel alright."
The neon sign above your place
Were those bitter nights something to replace?
'Cuz I can't seem to forget them at all
My many nights drinking any kind of whisky at Rosy's
Packed with degenerates or not, it always felt like just you and me
You looked so good in that red skirt
I've learned that learning often hurts
Peace only shows up in short spurts
Isn't consciousness a curse?
What's gonna happen to the place now, baby?
You really went down for the count this time
But certainly not without a fight
Not without a couple hundred killer talked-all-nights
Rosy, it's your funeral
Tucson's heating up and dead as well
Here's my glass
Cheers to you, old girl
You looked so sweet in that black dress
I've learned that yearning never rests
My Rosy, twenty years a mess
You always made me at my best
You never asked me of my life before
That's why I'm thanking you
You'll still be my favorite girl