I know a place just out of town,Comes to life when the sun goes down,Where everybody knows your name,And no two nights are ever the same.
There’s a band playing country blues,King of the road and blue suede shoes,Two steppin' on the worn oak floor,People don’t dance like that no more.
This is where they come to play,After a long day,Come and drink the night away.At the sunset saloon,We hope ya come back soon.
With a friend or by yourself,The beer's always cold and the liquor's top shelf,Smoke twirling under neon lights,You won't be blue for long on whiskey night.
Shooting pool, hustling from the pros,Knocking down shots like dominoes,Leave your money on the table, double or quits,You don't even know you've lost when the tequila hits.
This is where they come to play,After a long day,Come and drink the night away.At the sunset saloon,We hope ya come back soon.
This is where they come to play,After a long day,Come and drink the night away.At the sunset saloon,We hope ya come back soon.

I was a rock but I've come so far,From tumbling between the infinite stars,But oh oh, but no more.
Yeah 'cause time tore the flesh away from the bone,I was a rock but now I'm a stone,But I know there’s more.
Yeah I'm made from the mud,I came from the clay,The centuries silently sliding away.
Yeah I was a rock but I've come so far,From tumbling between the infinite stars.
La, la, oh,Yeah I'm made from the mud,I came from the clay,The centuries silently sliding away.
Yeah I was a rock but the dust I've become,Is just part of the great imperceptible hum,Yeah I, I'm no more.

I'm a working man,And I've got working hands,And I've worked the land for ages, hmm.
But the toll this life has taken,Is a back that’s always aching,And if my scars could tell their tales,It'd take a long, long time,You'd hear about broken bones and splinters.
Yeah, tankard ales and long dark winters,A laureate who’s not worried at the rhyme.
Oh but when the rain comes down,I stop the rain from falling on the ground.
I'm a working man,And I've got working hands,I've worked the land for ages, hmm,For ages, hmm.

I've got one hand on the wheel,
The whole world is passing' by,I've got one hand on the wheel,Got a big blue sky,I've got one hand on the wheel,The sun is getting low,I've got one hand on the wheel,I'm gonna roll real slow.
Cos it’s a long, long road, we've got time,Yeah it’s a long, long road, so we’ve got time.

Written words on photographs scattered all around and over the floor,Coffee coloured eyes stare back saying no need to go there anymore,Hope you’d have figured out by now, what you want,Had a chat with an ethnograph, said I don't want you to lie anymore,
Pen inscriptions in paperbacks written by a hand that’s certainly sure,Hope you’d have figured out by now, what you want,Can't take a sincere path in life without hurt,Said I wouldn't return but lately I, ‘bout to go round a second time,
See off into the dark and circles say, gotta make up your mind,Written words on photographs scattered all around and over the floor (over the floor),Coffee coloured eyes stare back saying no need to go there anymore,Hope you’d have figured out by now, what you want,
Can't take a sincere path in life without hurt,Said I wouldn't return but lately I, ‘bout to go round a second time (second time),See off into the dark and circles say, gotta make up your mind,Said I wouldn't return but lately I, ‘bout to go round a second time (second time),See off into the dark and circles say, gotta make up your mind,
Oh I just thought I would say, have you tried to play a different way?Oh coz you might find, yeah it helps to make up your mind,Oh I thought I would say, have you tried to play a different way?Oh yeah this time, this time, yeah I gotta make, yeah I gotta make, up my mind.