Hurricane Party

The hurricane party's windin' down
 And we're all waitin' for the end
 And I don't want another drink
 I only want that last one again
 He gave me such a fine glow, smokin' slow
 Now I should probably be homeward-bound
 There's just no one to talk to when the lines go down
 I guess that in the morning I'll go
 Lookin' for my grey-striped cat
 My old house can take the weather
 So I'm not too concerned about that
 It was built to take the wind back in nineteen-and-ten
 When this was one damned fine town
 But now there's no one to talk to when the lines go down
 Candles flickered on the back bar
 And the building was shakin' with the wind
 I bought a whiskey for the gypsy
 And she turned my leather back into skin
 Just a fleeting sense of that rare suspense
 I once thought made the world go round
 But now there's no one to talk to when the lines go down
 Open up your back screen door
 Let me see your face once more
 My hands are cold and my feet so sore
 And I can't go on this way
 And the thoughts come too fast
 And too many to keep count
 Best just to let 'em on through
 Now I'm breaking those ol' glass insulators with my old 22
 Off the telephone polls as a half dollar rolls
 Across the knuckles of a rodeo clown
 There's just no one to talk to when the lines go down
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 My one great love, my God, I can feel her still
 She ran off to California and now she's living
 In those Hollywood hills
 With some bullfrog prince
 I've not seen her since
 Though she calls when he's out of town
 And there's no one to talk to when the lines go down
 Open up your back screen door
 Let me in your space once more
 I was looking for an easy score
 But it just don't work that way
 Some insurance man biker
 Is yellin' out for one more beer
 But a part-time pirate just can't get
 Much respect around here
 We got our problems too
 Man we'll get to you
 In just a minute, sit your drunk ass down
 Yeah, there's no one to talk to when the lines go down
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 Now there's water up past the wheel wells of my Ford
 And I don't guess that it'll run
 But I left a pack of Winston's on the dash
 Could you fetch 'em for me son?
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 The morning's first cigarette, that's as good as it gets
 All day, I should know by now
 That there's no one to talk to when the lines go down