The rain’s pouring down
on the roof of this bar
I’m starin’ at a drink
and I’m wonderin’ where you are

and Rusty Lee is playin’
a sad blues song
and I’m orderin’ another
and I know it won’t be long

Jackie’s there behind the bar
he pours me another on the cuff
he knows the way I’m feelin’ tonight
’cause he’s seen this face enough

you musta got so tired of livin’ here
you packed your bags and left me home

if gin is a healer
then I guess I’ll be alright
but if the booze is gonna kill me
then it better do it tonight

but nothin’s gonna stop me
from orderin’ a couple more
and I hope my blues are drownin’
when I stagger out the door

Johnny slips in beside me
his eyes are all shot up
he says now he’s packin’ a gun
’cause he’s all run outta luck

you musta got so tired of livin’ here
you packed your bags and left me home

the girl at the end of the bar
is startin’ to look good to me
Jackie slips me a grin
and I say ‘just you wait and see’

I finish another pack
Rusty Lee plays it slow
so I slide down to see her
and I ask her if she’ll go

we dance down on the sawdust
and my head’s ’bout ready to drop
I slip a sign to Rusty
and it tells him not to stop

you musta got so tired of livin’ here
you packed your bags and left me home

her body reminds me
of that night in Hoboken
the walls they were dirty
and the windows were broken

I held you close that night
before you changed your mind
and you know I won’t forget
’cause that was the very last time

she’s a bad substitute
but I think she’ll do alright
and it looks like I’m gonna make it
through another rainy night

but I’m gettin’ so tired of livin’ here
I’ll pack my bags and follow you

(from “Part Four: Tragic Glorious”)

My stab at a Tom Waits song. Sorry, Tom.