I made a spike about nine oÃ¢â‚¬â„¢clock on a saturday
All eyes hit me as I walked into the door
Then ? ? ? and then the guys were fooling in the demin dudes
A couple cards played rough stuff, new york, fire island
I cased the joint, straining at the scenes
I moseyed up to the counter and the tender came a-grinninÃ¢â‚¬â„¢
I snapped the smile off his face and scowled Ã¢â‚¬â„¢give me a bourbonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢
The mirror on the wall was collecting and reflecting
All the heavy bodies ducking, stealing...
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