Last Call Boogie
C. Jones (Copyright 2007)

There was nothing I could do but cry at the end of the day
There was nothing I could do but cry at the end of the day
When the clock struck two and they took my beer away

When the bartender said “Last call,” I began to weep
When the bartender said “Last call,” I began to weep
“Cause I just bought this beer, and I don’t want to leave"

“We don’t care where you go, but you know you can’t stay here”
“We don’t care where you go, but you know you can’t stay here”
Why would I want to go, this place has all the beer?

SOLO

SOLO

It might have been a porter, might have been a stout
Might have been a pale ale, but there’s no doubt
I’ve had a few beers, I’ve forgot the rest
But the one in your hand, is the one you like the best

There was nothing I could do but cry at the end of the day
When the clock struck two and they took my beer away

Well, call me a cab, bartender, I’m on the run
Well, call me a cab, bartender, I’m on the run
I’ve got beer back home, and I might have more than one

There was nothing I could do but cry at the end of the day
There was nothing I could do but cry at the end of the day
When the clock struck two and they took my beer away