Smoky - Charley Crockett

Tell me something

Tell me something good

I wouldn’t be in here if I wasn’t so misunderstood

When the scene starts clashing

I know what to do

Think I’ll sit right down and have myself a cry or two

It’s smoky here in this bar

And frankly, I can’t feel a thing

Though it’s smoky, you can see the heartache

I might smile, but I suffer for you only

Yes, man, this barroom sure is smoky

Five or six or seven of them, eight at a time

They come in here and populate these stools each night

Guess we’ll keep on popping

Popping them tops

Thre ain’t a cloud outside

But in her, the rain it never stops

It’s smoky here in this bar

And frankly, I can’t feel a thing

Though it’s smoky, you can see the heartache

I might smile, but I suffer for you only

Yes, man, this barroom sure is smoky