There Goes That Old Steel Guitar

There goes that old steel guitar

And we're here in that same old bar again

And there goes that old saxophone

I know we won't be goin' home

'Til Lord knows when

'Cause when he hears that rhythm

He's got to be out there with 'em

But if I stick by him long enough

I know I'll win

Now here comes that old fiddle

And he's right there in the middle

Of that same old crowd

That piano sure is ringin'

And that singer up there singin'

Sure is singin' loud

Without me there to take him home

I guess he'd be there all night long

Sometimes I'm not proud of him

But I lo-ove him

'Cause women in these places

Sure know how to fix their faces

But somethin' tells me I won't have to look

For lipstick traces

It's hard for me to live this life

But after all I'm still his wife

Sometimes I'm not proud of him

But I l