

Saw you sliding through that swingin' door
Boot heels clickin' on a sawdust floor
In a smoke-ring crown under yellow light
Lookin' like a habit I could get just right
You in a honky-tonk is dangerous news Pouring sweet gasoline on my
lowdown blues
Spinning round the room while the jukebox plays
Lost in a neon-free amber-colored haze
You ordered up a glass of cheap red wine
Writing down a number on a cardboard sign
The fiddle started playing 'Faded Love' so slow
And I knew right then I couldn't let you go
(wheeew) (play it
now)
You in a honky-tonk is dangerous news Pouring sweet gasoline on my
lowdown blues
Spinning round the room while the jukebox plays
Lost in a neon-free amber-colored haze
Yeah, you in this old bar...
Just right.