I met her in a bar, naturally
And naturally she wanted to dance
I politely declined, naturally
I said I really hate this band
We went for coffee at a little café
I had more picks in my pocket
Than I had spare change
She said hold it right there
Just stop where you are
Not another guy
Not another guitar

Couldn’t get her off of my mind, naturally
And so naturally I gave her a call
Someone else answered the phone, naturally
Then I recalled that she lived with her ma
I said do you have a daughter
That’s the fairest by far
She said who shall I say’s calling
Who shall I say that you are
Tell her loverboy’s here
And can I borrow her car?
Oh, not another guy
Not another guitar

She said you boys of song
You’re all the same
Chasing a dream
That you cannot name
A shoulder to cry
A sofa to crash
A meal and a mama
With no strings attached
She said you son of a song
Know better I should
But you know how to make it all
Sound so good

Well, to make a long story short, naturally
We fell in love and she done me wrong
She’ll say the same about me, naturally
But to my face and not in a song

We’re both gonna make that same old mistake again someday
It’s gonna happen to her it’ll sure ’nuff happen to me
There’s just something in that music that makes us do that dance
In that special brew of tears and beer and fear and romance

Hey it’s losers’ night in Teen Town bring your fake ID
You know you’re never too young to be too old for me
And I’m never too bad to be more trouble than I’m worth
Just another sad angel singing to the sad earth

Well it’s another long night it’s another low moon
It’s another long line to hear another old tune
It’s another long glance across another long bar
Another girl
Another guy
Another guitar
Well I’m just another guy
With another guitar


words and music by Bob Walkenhorst, © 1994 Bob Walkenhorst Music

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