Jazz-country vocal harmony song about cheatin'. Yeah: It's cheap, it's tawdry, it's hollow; I have nothing to gain and everything to lose. Let's do it!
Brand new old songs of the '30s, '40s, '50s and '60s.
Lyrics
Smoky bar, smoky bar,
That?s where we meet,
A smoky bar on a dead-end street.
Neon glows
Nobody knows who we are
In our smoky bar.
Bleak motel, bleak motel,
That?s where we go,
A bleak motel called The Bungalow.
Just you and me
No one to see or tell
In our bleak motel.
Got the job?Got the kids,
Got the wife.
I?m full up to here
With this empty life.
It?s a sin?And it?s wrong?
Yeah, I?m scared.
But tonight in this smoky light
I don?t care.
I just don?t care.
It?s late, must be late,
Look at the hour.
Your sitter?ll want to know where you are.
The night is black
I?ll drive you back to your car,
At our smoky bar.
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