Friday, November 20, 2009

Feeling good again, or: this is why Provo needs a pub.

Standing down on Main Street across from Mr. Blues
In my faded leather jacket and my weathered Brogan shoes
A chill north wind was blowing, but the spring was coming on
As I wondered to myself just how long I had been gone

So I strolled across old Main Street and walked down a flight of stairs
Stepped into the hall and saw all my friends were there
A neon sign was flashing, "Welcome come on in"
It feels so good, feeling good again.

My favorite band was playin' an Otis Redding song
When they sang the chorus everybody sang along
Dan and Margarita were swayin' side by side
I heard they were divorcing, but I guess they let it slide

And I wished I had some money with which to buy a round
I wished I'd cashed my paycheck before I came to town
But I reached into my pocket and found three twenties and a ten
It feels so good, feeling good again.

There was old man Perkins, sitting on his stool
Watching Butch and Jimmy John talking loud and playing pool
The boys from Silver City were standin' by the fire
Singin' like they thought they were the Tabernacle choir

And I wanted you to see them all, I wished that you were there
I looked across the room and saw you standin' on the stair
And when I caught your eye, I saw you break into a grin
It feels so good, feeling good again.

ETA: Written by Robert Earl Keen, not by me.

1 comment:

Citizen Andy said...

Oh, Robert Earl Keen. You need to come to Austin, buddy. Where his stuff gets played on the radio at least as often as MGMT or something.