Short tables and no slop eight ball, line of crank off his gold top Les Paul Black wall, looking through the front door, mirror ball in the middle of the dance floor And in the dream, it's still the same but in the daylight none of that remains Waking up to the cold hard facts, seems like everybody's livin' in the third act That's how it happens, it's kinda weird, the whole scene just disappeared We learned our lesson well We learned our lesson well Solo He missed a curve on a hard tail sl (allcountrytabs.com)
