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Warm Beer And Cold Women

Tom Waits

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This is about a um...I'd kinda reached the end of an emotional cul de sac one particular evening um.
It's a strange sort of evening I ending up at a little fine old place called 'The Three little Pigs'.
Well I was staring at the beer nuts and the swizzle sticks and the
the three little pigs and I was getting a lot of visual and verbal insubordination
from a double knit character in the corner.
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Warm beer and cold women I just don't fit in
Every Joint I stumbled into tonight
That's just how it's been.           
All these double knit strangers with
Gin and vermouth and recycled stories
In the naugahyde booths.           
And the platinum blondes and tobacco brunettes
I'll just be drinkin to forget you babe
I'll lite another cigarette.           
And the band's playin' something by Tammy Wynette
And the drinks are on me tonight.           
all my conversations now I'll just be talkin' about you baby
ah borin' some sailor as I try to get through             
I just want him to listen now
I said that's all you have to do
he said I'm better off without you
till I showed him my tattoo        
now the moon's rising ain't got no time to lose
time to get down to drinking
tell the band to play the blues        
drink's are on me I'll buy couple rounds
at the last ditch attempt saloon            
instrumental verse
Warm beer and cold women oh I just don't fit in
Every Joint I stumbled into tonight
That's just how it's been.                     
All these double knit strangers with
Gin and vermouth and receding hairlines
In the naugahyde booths.           
And the platinum blondes tobacco brunettes
I'll just be drinkin to forget you babe
I'll lite menthol cigarette.           
And the band's playin' something by Johnny Barnett
at the last ditch attempt saloon            

Warm Beer And Cold Women

Tom Waits