Their shadows danced closer, on the honky-tonk walls. As the band plays the last verse, to that goin' home waltz. And they'll start to peril, 'neath the parking lot moon.
Among the local taverns there'll be a slack in business. Cause Jesse's drinkin' came before the groceries and the rent. Among the local women there'll be a slack and cheatin'.
I ain't nothin' but beer and bones,. Honey since I lost you. Ain't ate a bite since the night. That you said we're trough. Walked to that jukebox to play.
Caught a plane to Birmingham. Leaving you was my plan. Then head on south by any means. Thought I might blend in 'round New Orleans. . But when the plane got off the ground.
I ain't nothin' but beer and bones. Honey since I lost you. I ain't ate a bite since the night. That you said we're through. I walked to that jukebox to play.