There Will Be No Encore

Dirty floors, dirty jeans

Dirty tackles on the TV screens

I find it's hard to play guitar

When the game's on in a noisy small town bar

The room erupts as the hometown scores

Just as quickly dies once more

They're cheering for what's on TV

But they won't extend that small town cheer to me

I don't know where I belong but

I know for sure that it ain't here

I must be paying dues

Now when I sing the blues I'll sound sincere

Good night, it's time to clear the floor

Good night, there will be no encore

They haven't listened all night long

But bang their glasses when I'm done

And suddenly we're best of friends

Long as I don't bring the music to an end

I don't know where I belong but

I know for sure that it ain't here

I must be paying dues

Now when I sing the blues I'll sound sincere

Good night, it's time to clear the floor

Good night, there will be no encore

Good night my friends there will be no encore

When you've had none there's no such thing as more

Cherish the moment that you had before

I'm closing my guitar case

I'm finding out the hard way

I don't know where I belong but

I know for sure that it ain't here

I must be paying dues

Now when I sing the blues I'll sound sincere

Good night, it's time to clear the floor

Good night, there will be no encore

Good night, sure you can yell for more

Good night, there will be no encore