The Parlour

Tonight I feel like 
I'm in Texas
Brenda and I had
A different agenda
We met with Jojo at
A place I've never been
The violin and the other strings
Doing their thing
I'm at the Parlour 
drinking and singing
With this band
On North Main
a tiny joint 
on private land
I've been told
angels used to watch over
lost souls 
But no one really knows
How the story goes
The bartender pours
the best damn booze 
As the music flows
My soul is finally loose
The piano player 
The younger of the bunch
is hitting all the right notes
And I wonder how 
I'll get in his bed
Before the night is done
And I run out of
words to be said
Jojo smoked the last Jay
And we are on our way
Before the Devil has 
The last say