New London - Quiet Life

When you drive down main street in a passing car

There’s ain’t nothing to do that ain’t a cold, dark bar

Yeah that much I know

No neon light

No movie stars

Just the same old place

Where your weekend starts

On a Friday night

He does the whisky and she takes the Gin

Come on mama, we’re gonna do it again

We’ll split when the coast is clear

Out through the alley and the parking lot

Up round the back

To the old rooftops

To get a good look around

Oh I see

No big ideas

Boarded up shops

After all these years

In my home town

Yeah, you know it’s not a pretty sight

It’s just New London on a

Friday night

Well, he had a belly full of liquor A

She had his baby from that

One night stand

And then he had to go

He picked it up and put it down again

One bad habit got the best of him

God rest his soul

Shots rang out

And then his baby cry

In front of Ernie’s bar

All them flashing lights

People crowding 'round

Who is that laying in a pool of blood

Man, thank God it wasn’t one us

No not this time

Yeah, it’s just New London on a Friday night

A downtown strip

It’s got a bit of soul

Loneliness, that makes your heart

Grow cold

Yeah, night after night

A whisky river and a flood of sin

Well come on boys

Don’t let it

Do you in

Although it may try

There’s not need to make a fuss

There’s plenty of room here

For all of us

Yeah, in this small town

Band keeps playing 'til the final call

We all had too much alcohol

But it’s alright

It’s alright

Hey, it’s just New London on a Friday night