Gay Bar Blues

Lyrics
Slither down the street until I find the plain gray door Linger by the mirror, check my hair before I slide into an empty stool to cruise the guy who's shooting pool He probably thinks that I'm a fool blues Try to keep my composure when I get the cold shoulder I got the gay bar blues These gay bar blues have put the skids on me When's my sugar daddy going to set me free If he don't come soon I bet I'll die from smoking cigarettes On Spokane Avenue Going home without no body I got the gay bar blues I tried going straight, dug up all the moola Moved home to Missoula dated Suzie Q from high school Last time I asked her, I had to get plastered It ended in disaster blues If I don't hook a dude I'm gonna drown in wine coolers I got the gay bar blues If I could ever find a halfway decent man I'd never have to sneak into this sleazy dump again I'd never have to worry if the police or jerks I work with Are spying on the plain gray door Everybody in this place is smiling But we're all dying inside blues Everybody in this place is smiling But we're all dying inside blues Dying inside blues, dying inside blues Dying inside blues
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Credits
- Writers
- Patrick Haggerty