Last Call

When I was a teenager, I wrote a few poems. That was the last “creative” writing I did before starting this blog.
Every now and then, I hear something that pulls at me to write poetry again. Oh, if only I could create powerful and moving lyrics, like those in this song.

Last Call
Written by Erin Enderlin and Shane McAnally
Performed by Lee Ann Womack

I recognized your number, it's burned into my brain.
Felt my heart beating faster, every time it rang.
Some things never change, that's why I didn't answer.

I bet you're in a bar, listening to a country song
Glass of Johnny Walker Red, no one to take you home.
They're probably closing down, saying, "No more alcohol."
I bet you're in a bar, 'cause I'm always your last call.

I don't need to check that message, I know what it says.
"Baby, I still love you,"

Don't mean nothing when there's whiskey on your breath.
That's the only love I get, so if you're calling

I bet you're in a bar, listening to a cheatin' song
Glass of Johnny Walker Red, no one to take you home
They're probably closing down, saying, "No more alcohol."
I bet you're in bar, 'cause I'm always your last…

Call me crazy, but I think maybe
We've had our last call.

I bet you're in a bar, it's always the same old song.
That Johnny Walker Red, by now it's almost gone.
But baby, I won't be there to catch you when you fall.
I bet you're in bar, 'cause I'm always your last call.

Comments

[Dee/reddirtramblings]

I think you can write something that good. I know you can. Anyone who's had that last call from a friend, boyfriend, father could write lyrics with as much feeling. I'm glad you started the blog.~~Dee

[muddywaters]

A few years ago I saw Lee Ann Womack perform when she opened for Dwight Yoakum. She has quite a voice. She did a version of "The San Antonio Rose" that was fantastic.

I'm glad you're writing. I'd go off the deep end if I didn't write on a regular basis.