Gulf Moon

A corner dive down on the square
 Where the windows hang with a neon flare
 Regulars shoot horse and pool
 While the barmaid wishes the place half full
 She works the jar with a discount flirt
 With a faded Houston Oilers shirt
 While an old crow sings down on the stage
 Thumbing the chords on a crinkled page
 He plays his Zevon tune
 Beneath the gulf moon
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 Take a walk down along the wall
 You'll go right on past the carnival
 Hand in hand with the keeper kind
 The kind that ties to the ties that bind
 They don't care for the carnie man
 Or the fortune teller that reads your hand
 They just beeline for a bungalow
 Where the curtains flutter
 And candles glow in the heart of June
 
 Beneath the gulf moon
 Here I'm on a midnight porch
 Looking up at a butane torch
 That hangs behind a black expanse
 Where the stars flicker and planets dance
 It is probably time I pack it in
 With a glass half-full of Jameson
 Well I was born to croon
 I might as well
 Beneath the gulf moon
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 Down by the jetty near the Balinese Pier
 The curmudgeons drink the yellow belly beer
 And they bitch about the price of gas
 And the fish that they can't seem to catch
 They blame it on the islands way down south
 From the bayou marsh and the delta mouth
 Where the choppers are rollin and tankers come
 In the midnight daze for the oil drum
 They can't leave too soon
 Beneath the gulf moon