FROM THE HEAD OF THE TABLE I SIT STARIN' IN THE MIRROR IN THIS OL' SMOKY PLACE THEN I LOOK AROUND ME, TRYIN' TO FIND ONE HAPPY FACE BUT ALL THE SMILES AND LAUGHTER ARE ONLY MAKE BELIEVE IT'S JUST A NEON MASQUERADE, THEY'RE LONELY JUST LIKE ME A FAR CRY FROM THE PLACE I USED TO BE (CHORUS): FROM THE HEAD OF THE TABLE TO THE END OF THE BAR FROM ONE LOVIN' FAMILY TO FOUR BROKEN HEARTS ONLY A FOOL COULD HAVE FALLEN THIS FAR FROM THE HEAD OF THE TABLE TO THE END OF THE BAR FROM THE SMELL OF CHICKEN FRYIN' ON SUNDAY AFTERNOON TO HARDBOILED EGGS AND PRETZELS AND THE SMELL OF CHEAP PERFUME I TRADED CHILDREN'S LAUGHTER FOR A JUKEBOX PLAYIN' LOUD AND ONE SMALL HAPPY FAMILY FOR ONE BIG LONELY CROWD AND THE WAY I FEEL DON'T LEAVE ME FEELIN' PROUD (CHORUS): FROM THE HEAD OF THE TABLE TO THE END OF THE BAR FROM ONE LOVIN' FAMILY TO FOUR BROKEN HEARTS ONLY A FOOL COULD HAVE FALLEN THIS FAR FROM THE HEAD OF THE TABLE TO THE END OF THE BAR ONLY A FOOL COULD HAVE FALLEN THIS FAR FROM THE HEAD OF THE TABLE TO THE END OF THE BAR Writers: Bob Beckley (BMI)/Charles Quillen (ASCAP)/Johnny MacRae (ASCAP) (1994 BMG Music Publishing)