Story Behind The Song

Between working in them and drinking in them, I've seen a lotta bars close.

Song Description

Your typical guy who spends a fair amount of time in a bar and what goes on when it's time to close up and go home.

Lyrics

It's About That Time

Well, I've been here all night
And I'm a-feelin' just about all right
Not too high, not too low
Somewhere in the middle
It's about half-past last call
Barkeep says,"Drink up, folks, that's all"
"No-tell Motel, that's all she wrote"
"And ya gotta go cuz"

Chorus:
It's about that time
One more time
And I
Spent my last dime
On this
Cheap glass of wine
But I'll raise a toast
To the bartender
Drink it up
And find my way home

Well, I've made an art form
Outta' keepin' a barstool seat warm
And conversation is my forte'
I got a lot to say
And I'm well-versed in topics
Such as politics, sports, and chicks
And if you let me, I'll set you straight
But it's getting late and

Chorus:
It's about that time
One more time
And I
Spent my last dime
On this
Cheap glass of wine
But I'll raise a toast
To the bartender
Drink it up
And find my way home

Well, hey, whatta'ya say, Joe?
Sure you can't give us just one more?
Round of drinks before you close
No, I don't suppose you can
Well, then, how's about a pen
And a bar-nap for my new friend
To write down the number of her telephone
Sure I can't just take you home, Darlin', cuz

Chorus:
It's about that time
One more time
And I
Spent my last dime
On this
Cheap glass of wine
But I'll raise a toast
To the bartender
Drink it up
And find my way home