Hurricane Party Lyrics - Live In Europe - James Mcmurtry

The hurricane party's windin' down 

And we're all waitin' for the end 

And I don't want another drink 

I only want that last one again 

He gave me such a fine glow, smokin' slow 

Now I should probably be homeward bound 

There's just no one to talk to when the lines go down 

I guess that in the morning I'll go 

Lookin' for my gray-striped cat 

My old house can take the weather 

So I'm not too concerned about that 

It was built to take the wind back in nineteen-and-ten 

When this was one damned fine town 

But now there's no one to talk to when the lines go down 

Candles flickered on the back bar 

And the building was shakin' with the wind 

I bought a whiskey for the gypsy 

And she turned my leather back into skin 

Just a fleeting sense of that rare suspense 

I once thought made the world go round 

But now there's no one to talk to when the lines go down 

Open up your back screen door 

Let me see your face once more 

My hands are cold and my feet so sore 

And I can't go on this way 

And the thoughts come too fast 

And too many to keep count 

Best just to let 'em on through 

Now I'm breaking those glass insulators with my old 22 

Off the telephone polls as a half dollar rolls 

Across the knuckles of a rodeo clown 

There's just no one to talk to when the lines go down 

My one great love, my God, I can feel her still 

She ran off to California and now she's living 

In those Hollywood hills 

With some bullfrog prince 

I've not seen her since 

Though she calls when he's out of town 

And there's no one to talk to when the lines go down 

Open up your back screen door 

Let me in your space once more 

I was looking for an easy score 

But it just don't work that way 

Some insurance man-biker 

Is yellin' out for one more beer 

But a part-time pirate just can't get 

Much respect around here 

We got our problems too 

man we'll get to you 

In just a minute, sit your drunk ass down 

Yeah, there's no one to talk to when the lines go down 

Now there's water up past the wheel wells of my Ford 

And I don't guess that it'll run 

But I left a pack of Winston's on the dash 

Could you fetch 'em for me son? 

The morning's first cigarette, that's as good as it gets 

All day I should know by now 

But there's no one to talk to when the lines go down