Lyrics:

There's a Honky Tonk across the tracks
It's called the Lost Found
And anytime both night or day
You hear the jukebox sound
It's playing sad and lonesome songs
That help the beer go down
You always have a song to count on
At the Lost Found

Chorus:

They always take good care of you
At the Lost Found
And when the closing lights come on
You're still hanging 'round
'Cause if you're in for a penny
Then you're in for a pound
You always seem to lose yourself
At the Lost Found

The proprietor sets you up a tab, if you seek too deep
And the barmaid gently wake you, if you fall asleep
And asks you if you need a cab, or maybe one more round
They always take good care of you, at the Lost Found

Repeat Chorus