Lyrics:

Well a person can work up a mean mean thirstafter a hard day of nothin' much at allSummer's passed, it's too late to
cut the grassThere ain't much to rake anyway in the fallAnd sometimes I just ain't in the moodto take my place in back with
the loudmouths You're like a picture on the fridge that's never stocked with foodI used to live at home, now I stay at
the houseAnd everybody wants to be special hereThey call your name out loud and clearHere comes a regularCall out your nam
eHere comes a regularAm I the only one here today?Well a drinkin' buddy that's bound to another townOnce the police made y
ou go awayAnd even if you're in the arms of someone's baby nowI'll take a great big whiskey to ya anywayEverybody wants to
be someone's hereSomeone's gonna show up, never fear'cause here comes a regularCall out your nameHere comes a regularAm I
the only one who feels ashamed?Kneeling alongside old Sad Eyes He says opportunity knocks once then the door slams shutAl
l I know is I'm sick of everything that my money can buyThe fool who wastes his life, God rest his gutsFirst the lights, the
n the collar goes up, and the wind begins to blowTurn your back on a pay-you-back, last callFirst the glass, then the leaves
that pass, then comes the snowAin't much to rake anyway in the fall