Two Glasses Joe

Set up two glasses Joe

And turn the jukebox low

And let me sit and reminisce

Is sitting here with me

The way she did not long ago

We used to paint the town red

And dance until two

Well I don’t paint it red no more

But I’m painting it blue

He stole her love I know

But he can’t stop me Joe

From having just a dream or two

Maybe you didn’t know

But there’s a memory in the room

A memory that talks

And haunts me everywhere I go

I’m just a fool who loves her

And will till I die

From the very first hello

To the last goodbye

Well this is it you know

So fill three glasses Joe

And leave me here alone to cry

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