Standard (EADGBE)

 The night club was burning

 From the torch singer's song

 And the sweat was flooding her eyes

 The catwalk squeaked

Neath the bartender's feet

 And the smoke was too heavy to rise

Chorus

 She sang of the love that I left her

 And of the woman that she'll never be

 Made me feel like the buck and a quarter

 That I paid em to listen and see

 I paid em to listen and see

 I was born down in Kansas

 'Neath the October sky

 Work the day shift from seven to three

 And the only relief that I receive

 Is nearer my God to Thee

 She constantly throws me off timing

 Leaves me standing both naked and bare

 Makes me feel like the Sunday funnies

 After everything's gone off the air

Everything's gone off the air

 I picked through the ashes

 Of the torch singer's song

 And I ordered my money a round

 For whiskey and pain

Both taste the same

During the time they go down

(Repeat chorus)