Drunken Night

SPahrk + Frankie Miller

I’ll tell you a story
‘Bout a night on the town.
We started off drinkin’ at 5p
By the time I was through
Near wore out my shoes
I visited every known dive.

All the lights in the alley
Fall dim on the ground
When you’re trying to find
Your way home.
And the all-night ladies
With their perfume so fine
Won’t leave the poor boy alone.

Well the paths of the gambler
Are kneaded too thin.
The cards are all spread on the floor.
The 6 and the 7
I needed to win
You can’t call the bluff anymore.

So you stand to your feet
And you figure discretely
The best way to pay what you owe
And she hands you a line
Tells ya, “Thanks for the time!”
You might’a brung brains to the show.

Drunken nights in the city
Showin their toes
They’ll take you for all that you owe.
Well you can’t judge a book,
You can’t judge a crook,
Down where the ‘vangeline go.

Well early the next mornin’
I rose up so tight
My eyes were as red as the light.
My pockets were empty
So was my heart
I promised to put things right.

So I went to the preacher
Fell on my knees
Asked the preacher to right all my wrongs.
But he just shook his head
And looked sorry when he said,
“You been on the drink for too long.”

Drunken nights in the city
Showin their toes
They’ll take you for all that you owe.
Well you can’t judge a book,
You can’t judge a crook,
Down where the buffalo roam.

Drunken nights in the city
Showin their toes
They’ll take you for all that you owe.
Well you can’t judge a book,
You can’t judge a crook,
Down where the ‘vangeline go.

No, you can’t judge a crook,
Down where the ‘vangeline go.