| Smoky The Bar lights dimly glow
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| It’s good that way 'cause heartaches don’t show
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| Each hand holds a glass, each glass holds a beer
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| Jukebox records play mid sorrow and cheer
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| Lots of them are happy, they laugh and tell their jokes
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| While lots of them are here because they’re just lonely folks
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| And then there are others, who’s hearts wear a scar
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| But you can’t see them crying inside Smoky The Bar
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| Smoky The Bar lights glowing dim
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| They hardly notice when someone walks in
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| Order up your drink to the music that’s loud
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| You’ll find a friend some where in the crowd
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| While the ashes are falling from the smoke that you inhale
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| There’s an old dream to recall or a new one that failed
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| Should a tear betray your eye, if a memory slips too far
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| Don’t tell them that you’re crying just say Smoky The Bar
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| (Interlude)
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| While the ashes are falling from the smoke that you inhale
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| There’s an old dream to recall or a new one that failed
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| Should a tear betray your eye, if a memory slips too far
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| Don’t tell them that you’re crying just say Smoky The Bar
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| It’s old Smoky The Bar |