[00:24.48]A corner dive down on the s****e
[00:27.16]Where the windows hang with a neon flare
[00:30.89]Regulars shoot horse and pool
[00:33.08]While the barmaid wishes the place half full
[00:36.42]She works the jar with a discount flirt
[00:39.17]A faded Houston Oilers shirt
[00:42.36]While an old crow sings down on the stage
[00:45.37]Thumbin' the chords on a crinkled page
[00:48.24]He plays his Zevon tune
[00:53.61]Beneath the gulf moon
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[01:07.12]Take a walk down along the wall
[01:09.52]You'll go right on past the carnival
[01:13.42]Hand in hand with the keeper kind
[01:15.64]The kind that ties to the ties that bind
[01:19.52]Don't care for the carnie man
[01:21.71]Or the fortune teller that reads your hand
[01:24.63]They just beeline for a bungalow
[01:27.67]Where the curtains flutter and candles glow
[01:30.89]In the heart of June
[01:35.75]Beneath the gulf moon
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[01:40.87]And here I'm on a midnight porch
[01:43.41]Lookin' up at a butane torch
[01:46.40]That hangs behind a black expanse
[01:49.09]Where stars flicker and planets dance
[01:52.26]And it's probably time I pack it in
[01:55.11]With a glass half-full of Jameson
[01:57.97]Well, I was born to croon
[02:01.20]I might as well, 'neath the gulf moon
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[02:29.19]Down by the jetty, near the Balinese Pier
[02:31.73]The curmudgeons drink the yellow belly beer
[02:34.79]And they ***** about the price of gas
[02:37.66]And the fish that they can't seem to catch
[02:41.15]They blame it on the islands way down south
[02:43.67]From the bayou marsh and the delta mouth
[02:46.84]Where choppers roll, and the tankers come
[02:49.92]In a midnight daze for the oil drum
[02:53.05]They can't leave too soon
[02:58.33]'Neath the gulf moon
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