Lyrics
Good-luck trying to wrestle this guitar from my hand, so pack up the gear and throw it in the car
You all gotta leave, last call for alcohol
They never listen to a word i say, the waiters wiping down the tables screaming out
If it wasn t so late i d give her a call, don t you know any number s by what s him name
you don t gotta go home but you can t stay here
They never listen to a word i say, and he don t look like he s kidding Brock, i swear to god one day it s gonna be the death of me
they never listen to a word i say
Bum me a smoke and where the hell s my guitar, feeling low-down and haggard from wailing all night
Last call for alcohol, last call for alcohol, and the heart of saturday night just stopped ticking
Bum me a smoke and where the hell s my guitar, the heart of saturday night just stopped ticking
But i m slurring my words and my bed is tugging at my sleeve, and fella s i ain t kidding
You all gotta leave, i ll throw a twenty in the tank and i gotta bottle hidden under the seat Night, you don t gotta go home but you can t stay here
The heart of saturday night just stopped ticking, the waiters wiping down the tables screaming out Night, the ash-tray s overflowing and i m all outta beer
Here s your last chance buddy to work up the balls, you all gotta leave, but i m slurring my words and my bed is tugging at my sleeve
So pack up the gear and throw it in the car, i m falling asleep at the kitchen table screaming out
The ash-tray s overflowing and i m all outta beer, i played most the goddamned night out of tune
i ll pay you back tomorrow if you spot me a beer
My buddy just two doors down it seems like he never gets any sleep, you d better count the cash twice because the owner tried to take me for twenty, you don t gotta go home but you can t stay here
the heart of saturday night just stopped ticking
last call for alcohol
you don t gotta go home but you can t stay here
If it wasn t so late i d give her a call, and fella s i ain t kidding
Good-luck trying to wrestle this guitar from my hand, the heart of saturday night just stopped ticking
I spent all my cash and most my pride, i spent all my cash and most my pride
Last call for alcohol, you don t gotta go home but you can t stay here
You all gotta leave, but i m slurring my words and my bed is tugging at my sleeve, you all gotta leave
the ash-tray s overflowing and i m all outta beer
And the heart of saturday night just stopped ticking, last couple of tunes in this smoky old room Saturday, you all gotta leave
good-luck trying to wrestle this guitar from my hand
They never listen to a word i say, good-luck trying to wrestle this guitar from my hand
Last call for alcohol, you don t gotta go home but you can t stay here Saturday, feeling low-down and haggard from wailing all night
Bum me a smoke and where the hell s my guitar, so pack up the gear and throw it in the car
last call for alcohol
feeling low-down and haggard from wailing all night
Here s your last chance buddy to work up the balls, and fella s i ain t kidding
The heart of saturday night just stopped ticking, and fella s i ain t kidding, the ash-tray s overflowing and i m all outta beer
Good-luck trying to wrestle this guitar from my hand, the ash-tray s overflowing and i m all outta beer Night, here s your last chance buddy to work up the balls
My buddy just two doors down it seems like he never gets any sleep, you all gotta leave Zeman, i spent all my cash and most my pride
the ash-tray s overflowing and i m all outta beer
The waiters wiping down the tables screaming out, and fella s i ain t kidding
the ash-tray s overflowing and i m all outta beer
If it wasn t so late i d give her a call, and the heart of saturday night just stopped ticking, good-luck trying to wrestle this guitar from my hand
you all gotta leave
good-luck trying to wrestle this guitar from my hand
Don t you know any number s by what s him name, they never listen to a word i say Brock, he s always good for a beer and he s always kicking if you need some company
If it wasn t so late i d give her a call, he s always good for a beer and he s always kicking if you need some company, here s your last chance buddy to work up the balls
I ll throw a twenty in the tank and i gotta bottle hidden under the seat, don t you know any number s by what s him name, don t you know any number s by what s him name
You don t gotta go home but you can t stay here, and the heart of saturday night just stopped ticking Saturday, and he don t look like he s kidding
And he don t look like he s kidding, and the heart of saturday night just stopped ticking