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Silver Dollar Bar

Please come over to 81st street, I'm in the apartment, above the bar You know you can't miss it, it's across from the subway And the tacky store with

at the door And a little bald man with wing-nut ears Was waiting in the car Well, Robert Moore passed the frog-eyed man As he walked into the bar And

In the corner of a bar a fat man sweats with a fistful of dirty dollars Well, he pushed so far when he tried to bet like Newman in the Hustler There's

She hopped in my car Faster than bar time "Honey, would you Like a date?", she said It wasn't even an original line And my pants, they tightened And

lit it in his own good time The smoke in that poolroom hung like a fog When he talked it sounded like a growling dog He said, "Would you care for a dollar

Please Come over to 81st street I'm in the apartment above the bar You know you can't miss it, it's across from the subway and the tacky store with the

shops glitter like gold tooth caps In the grey decay They chew the last few dollars off Old Beale Street's carcass Carrion and mercy, blue and silver

meat from silver plates And stomping their feet to the roaring V8 A demon sixshooter in a six-geared car On the 38th floor in a rotating bar With all

my sister's kids; its rainin' They fuss a bit while i put them to bed And grumpy, sitting on the couch, i get it in my head Take metro north. A silver