That’s How I See It

That’s How I See It

Drinking at the canteen

Two stepping in between

Tunes from a Christine

Vocals from a Geraldine

Whirling in my cowboy boots

Twirling past the crapshoots

A pair of blondes, oh very cute

Both work as prostitutes

I love this life

I love this air

Perhaps I’ll start

A love affair

Just now

I saw her there

Up Town

Up Grade

Underdressed and overplayed

Time to care

Time to dare

Asked her name

She replied, “Emma Clair”

She could dance

She could swing

Do-si-do

And even swing

Miss Blair might bump

Miss Blair might grind

Whiskey shots for courage

Set up on her behind

The band played standards

Honoring Hank Williams and Dolly P

Emma eyes were locked on mine

Emma eyes were emerald green

By nine, she was mine

By ten, I was hers

By midnight, I was drunk

By closing time, I was blurred

Maybe it was the Jack speaking

Maybe I heard Jim Beam instead

When the local Parson asked for my “I Do”

That’s when I got newly wed

So two years and two girls

Tons of diapers, tons of curls

They’re my Queens

I’m their Earl

I still crave Emma’s shots

I still covet Emma’s hots

She’s built like an Autobot

And as easy as a chip shot

The band honors Loretta Lynn

The dance floor is getting thin

But we make this bar our own sin

And that’s how I see it