Well a person can work up a mean, mean thirst
After a hard day of nothin' much at all
Summer's passed, it's too late to cut the grass
There ain't much shit to rake now in the fall

Sometimes I just ain't in the mood
To take my place in back with the loudmouths
Like a picture on the fridge that's never stocked with food
I used to live at home, now I stay at your house

Everybody wants to be special here
They call your name out, never fear
Here comes a regular
Call out your name
Here comes a regular
Am I the only one here today?

Well, a drinkin' buddy bound to another town
Once the police made you go away
And even if you're in the arms of someone's baby now
I'll drink a great big whiskey to ya anyway

And everybody wants to be someone's here
Someone's gonna show up, never fear
Here comes a regular
Call out your name
And here comes a regular
Am I the only one that feels ashamed?
First the lights, then the collar goes up, the wind begins to blow
You turn your back on a pay-em-back, last call
First the glass, then the leaves, then the snow
Ain't much raking anyway in the fall

Here comes...