This Is A Stool For One

[Intro] Down at Louie's, on the corner, under that flick'ring neon sign, Where whiskey sours whispa, and the shadows start to dine. (Don't you start with me) This bar stool's mine, from dusk till dawn, it knows my every fuss. Darlin', I hate to break it to ya, it just ain't big enough for two of us. I've spilled my secrets, dropped some tears, In the dim glow of the bar, Where the jukebox plays those old sad songs, that stretch from near to far. You sidled up with a silver smile, thinking you'd ride the bus. (Don't you start with me) Sorry, sweetheart, this round's for me, this seat ain't built for us. The bartender, he knows my name, and the ghosts that shake my tree, Your perfume's sweet but this retreat is only built for me. So find another spot to perch, Another bird to take your fuss, (Don't you start with me) ‘Cause this piece of wood, it holds my brood, and I shrink from what you discuss It's last call, lights are waning, time to settle up and close, I'll leave a tip, you bite your lip, as the cold night air begins to slip in. Honey, take it from an old bar bird, ain't room here for the both of us. (Don't you start with me) [Outro] [End]