Damn, I'm a hunter when the cold trucks roll Had to build boats, had no way to save your soul There's another place that's a better job by far When the moonlight hammers on a railway bridge The whole world's looking for a beverage You ain't got nothing, nothing in the boot of the car Time for the back room, a dirty, plainly raised, dinky bar When the cold trucks settle up and down the land You can wake up thinking that it's 89 There's another sound, thicker than a bottle bar And you can hear it pumping out the roller door A walnut piano on a wooden floor A back beat drummer, boy, on a slide guitar Coming from the back room, a dirty, plainly raised, dinky bar Play that piano, ow, ow, ow, ow I'm in the high tide sucking at the old sea wall And the full moon's looking like a mirror ball Bigger than Elvis, hotter than a Speedway star With a wet paint packet on a midnight hand They say you can win a mariachi band But you can lose a girl quicker than a coup de grace Yeah, in the back room, a dirty, plainly raised, dinky bar I'm talking about the back room, dirty, plainly raised The back room, dirty, plainly raised Yeah, the back room, dirty, plainly raised The back room, dirty, plainly raised In the back room, dirty, plainly raised In the back room, dirty, plainly raised I said, how that mother, how that son How that rubber to the end of the run Ain't got riddance in between them walls All hidden from a nickel loss Down by the hunter where the coal trucks roll And a few folks tell you where to save your soul There's another place, there's a better job by far That's the back room, dirty, plainly raised That's the back room, dirty, plainly raised The back room, dirty, plainly raised The back room, dirty, plainly raised Thanks for watching!