The Band Wore Blue Shirts (a True Story)

I don't know why they come here

I'm only glad they do

They're gonna pay the bills for me and you

People out for an evening

They have a real good time

But when i play i feel just like i'm miming

I made a stand for the music

To turn the page with ease

I got the smile that says i'm here to please

Me and the bass guitarist

Have even shined our shoes

The drummer's shoes are dirty to confuse



I guess someday my kids will ask me 'bout the old days

I guess that i'll tell them that there ain't much to tell

The waiters wore black dinner jackets and all that kind of thing

And the band wore blue shirts

And the music played on



Then at the end of the evening

They throw the suckers out

Don't get me wrong, i got no beef about it

I get my rates from the union

I get my shirts real cheap

I get my money

Get home

Get some sleep



I guess someday my kids will ask me 'bout the old days

I guess that i'll tell them that there ain't much to tell

The waiters wore black dinner jackets and all that kind of thing

And the band wore blue shirts

And the music played on


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