Lyrics:
We got old time barsStill standing on downtown city streetsOld ladies serving drinks insideWith no color in their cheeksListening to a Haggard songYou can put your old blue collar onOld Milwaukee on Christmas EveIt's hard to believeStreet girls hop from foot to footTrying to keep warmTrying to pay down a few billsBefore the next big stormOn a corner, trembling in the windAmazed at the mess they're inWipin' their noses on their sleeveIt's hard to believeI swore I'd leave the day they knockedThat old smokestack downBut there's a guy I need to talk toBefore I quit this townDrivin' past the prison yardStill got my old Teamsters cardStill waitin' on my reprieveIt's hard to believeWhen I looked into her smiling eyesI saw dreams so fineLike the Spirit of ChicagoOn a lonesome old railroad lineI would have gone with her that dayI just watched her as she drove awayI guess one of us had to leaveIt's hard to believeHere comes anotherBlown up kid from over thereMaking the whole worldSafe for the millionairesThe same old swindle hidesBehind a fresh new coat of liesIt's no time to be naiveIt's hard to believeWe got old time barsStill standing on downtown city streetsOld ladies serving drinks insideWith no color in their cheeksListening to a Haggard songYou can put your old blue collar onIt's another New Years EveIt's hard to believe