As past times go I guess Ive seen some good
Its not always the best ones come and stay
Theres a crowd that thinks there is one, and it should
Cause they always seem to spend theirs the some old way.
And they call it winding down
The six to ten crowd, smoky bars
Notes on napkins and business cards
Describe the days events and go on home.
And its likely they wont drown
The price goes up and one more round
They close up all the bars downtown
As the singer plays one last rip roaring song.
It seems like the same ole motions every night
He wants to hear a golden oldie to take him back
And Ill play out all the emotions I cant fight
Relieve the tensions and hope theyre on the right track.
And they call it winding down
The six to ten crowd, smoky bars
Notes on napkins and business cards
Describe the days events and go on home.
And its likely they wont drown
The price goes up and one more round
They close up all the bars downtown
As the singer plays one last rip roaring song.
Honky tonk heroes are turn the page
And the books are closed tonight
Cause everybody knows you gottta leaveem up
So theyll go home feeling right.
You gotta leaveem up
So theyll go home feeling right…