I hang up my apron and then I slide on my coat
hope the bus ain't too late it's my only ride home
well my old man left me his boots
they're covered with grime
they're buried in the closet but tonight they'll spit shine
I drove those slave wages throughout the week
and nothing could be better than letting go free
this town's full of has-beens before their time
well I ride my uncertainty like a hobo train
waiting for that boxcar door to slide
a hip pocket pint fuels thoughts of outside
settling for a crack of Saturday night
The lights always bleed when the townies scoop the loop
Gus bruises with a gillette shave twitch
and a red light punch lead foot
and Alton hasn't moved since the last time I was here
He's stinking of cigars and whiskey sours
growing roots and a five o'clock beard
and the girl's are painted like clowns playing the show
their three ring shenanigans assures a back seat ride home
and nobody here is thinking about Sunday night
Well fate may deal me the darkest of deaths
and I suppose that'll have to suit me just fine
the boys are all here and it's in these moments I fear
that there will never be another Saturday night
well there it went another Saturday night
credits
from Redemption (out of print),
released October 1, 1996
TJ - guitar, trombone, vocal
Brent Sandy - trumpet
Eric Griffin - drums
Darren Matthews - lead guitar
Marty Letz- pedal steel
Eric Straumanis - bass
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