Empty As A Drum

Well two old red-nosed whiskey drunks were talkin' politics

It was time to hit the bricks

It was time for me to go

And I was right there on the verge of pullin' out my hair

Actin' as though I could not care less and hopin' she would show

Well my bags are packed and ready

I was feelin' like a wreck

Some clothes and personal effects

I left everything I own

And the last I laid eyes on her

We were in a hotel hall

Holdin' hands like paper dolls

But here I sit alone

Well, I'm gonna give it one more minute

Give me one more round of rum

Well I'm as empty as a drum

I'm as empty as a drum

Could you spare a cigarette

I hate to be a bum

But here's to hopin' she'll still come

I'm too old to be this dumb

Well, I'm too old to be this dumb

Well, I tell you that bartender

She's a sight to see

You'd be envious of me

Least you would if she was here

And the kid there in the corner has been spoilin' for a fight

And it feels like that of night

Buddy instead pour me a beer

And I'm gonna give it one more minute

Give me one more round of rum

Well I'm as empty as a drum

I'm as empty as a drum

Could you spare a cigarette

I hate to be a bum

But here's to hopin' she'll still come

I'm too old to be this dumb

Well, I'm too old to be this dumb

When you darkened up the doorway

I stood up from the bar

Well I said hey now here you are

Damn it darlin' how are you

And you kissed me

Said I can't say that I'm great

Oh Lord, I hate it that I am late

Oh, what a mess we got into