This town is coming like a ghost town. All the clubs have been closed down. This place is coming like a ghost town. Bands won't play no more. Too much fighting on the dance floor.
Sittin in a hotel. All by myself. Me and my six string. No one else. Strumming to the rhythm. Of the rain outside. Feeling like Memphis. The night Elvis died.
Well its been awhile since i did something i could get arrested for. all the girls i ran around with dont run around no more. those days of racing cars and closing down bars are winding down i feel like the only cowboy left here in this town.