I feel so lonely
after the setting sun.
Just like some lead
in a spagetti western,
holed up above the saloon,
feeling those four walls
are keeping me from running free.

I have to slam the door
'cause I'm going down
to see what I can see.

I like  a little here and I like a little there,
I ain't no smooth operator and swag's just another tag
to try and get the young ones 'cause usually the older knows better.