The Last of the Honky Tonk Angels

THE LAST OF THE HONKY TONK ANGELS
From the album VEGAS BLUE
Copyright © John thomas Oaks and Brian Woodbury
Caliora Music Publishing, ASCAP
Some Philharmonic Music, BMI

She keeps her old mem'ries
Coiled up in her heart
Like a snake
Gettin' ready to strike.
If you lend her an ear,
She will tell you her tale
And she'll say,
"You don't know what it's like

"To be the last of a breed in the last decent dive
"Anywhere in the U.S. of A.
"To be the last true-blue heartache just waiting to happen.
"I feel like I'm fading away.
"My friends say a change'll
"One day do this angel
"Some good in the long run. . .
"Well, maybe they're right.
"So here's your last chance
"For a drink and a dance
"With the last of the honky-tonk angels tonight."

She'll look way down deep in
Your eyes through the whiskey
And smoke
And you'll try to be strong.
But you'll drop your last buck
In the jukebox and she'll
Pull you close to a high, lonesome song.

She's the last of a breed in the last decent dive
Anywhere in the U.S. of A.
She's the last true-blue heartache just waiting to happen.
She feels like she's fading away.
Her friends say a change'll
One day do this angel
Some good in the long run. . .
Well, maybe they're right.
So here's your last chance
For a drink and a dance
With the last of the honky-tonk angels tonight.

When the house band
Starts to play low
At the last call
She'll hang up her halo

In a moment, she'll walk through
That doorway and she'll
Disappear
Without leavin' a trace.
If you ever see her
Again, you won't know her,
So take one last look at that face.