Rosy's

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