Down Drinking at the Bar Loudon Wainwright III

Well, I call you up on the phone
Nobody's at home
Then I do my usual thing
I let the telephone ring and ring and ring
I'm standing at a phone booth
Coping with the ugly truth

You see, I know where you are
I know where you are
You're down drinking at the bar

I can picture you there on that stool
Drinking like a drunken fool
Yeah, you're sitting there on your ass
Muttering into your glass
Paying for your lowlife thrills
With wet quarters and soggy one dollar bills

I know where you are, baby
You're down drinking at the bar

Now here's the romantic part

Dean Martin's on the jukebox, I bet
Or maybe it's Tammy Wynette
The tearjerkers are jerking your tears
Salt water in your whiskey and your beers
You've got the Miller High Life bouncing balls
You've got the Utica Club waterfalls