It ain’t the stories that old jukebox tellsIt ain’t callin’ shots over eight ball feltAin’t how the neon shines through this smoke filled roomAin’t hard to understand what keeps me on this stoolIt just ain’t close enough to closing timeFor me to leave this barAnd our love behindI know I’ll close my tabWith you off my mindIt just ain’t close enough to closing timeIt takes half a day and half a nightTo make half a manFeel half alrightAnd when I hear last callI’ll get to leave this placeOh but as it sitsI still see your faceIt just ain’t close enough to closing timeFor me to leave this barAnd our love bеhindI know I’ll close my tabWith you off my mindIt just ain’t close enough to closing timеOh it just ain’t close enough to closing timeFor me to leave this barAnd our love behindI know I’ll close my tabWith you off my mindIt just ain’t close enough to closing timeIt ain’t the stories thatOld jukebox tellsIt ain’t calling shotsOver eight ball felt
