Letra
Ver letra con acordes
[Intro]
[Verse]
A corner dive down on the square
Where the windows hang with a neon flare
Regulars shoot horse and pool
While the barmaid wishes the place half full
She works the jar with a discount flirt
A faded Houston Oilers shirt
While an old crow sings down on the stage
Thumbing the chords on a crinkled page
He plays his Zevon tune
Beneath a gulf moon
[Instrumental]
[Verse]
Take a walk down along the wall
You ll go right on past the carnival
Hand in hand with the keeper kind
The kind that ties to the ties that bind
Don t care for the carnie man
Or the fortune teller that reads your hand
You just beeline for a bungalow
Where the curtains flutter
And candles glow
In the heart of June
Beneath a gulf moon
[Chorus]
And here I m on a midnight porch
Looking up at a butane torch
That hangs behind a black expanse
Where stars flicker and planets dance
And it s probably time I pack it in
With a glass half-full of Jameson
Well I was born to croon
I might as well
Beneath a gulf moon
[Instrumental]
[Verse]
Down by the jetty
Near the Balinese Pier
The curmudgeons drink the yellow belly beer
And they bitch about the price of gas
And the fish that they can t seem to catch
They blame it on the islands way down south
From the bayou marsh and the delta mouth
Where the choppers roll and the tankers come
In a midnight daze for the oil drum
They can t leave too soon
Beneath a gulf moon
[Verse]
A corner dive down on the square
Where the windows hang with a neon flare
Regulars shoot horse and pool
While the barmaid wishes the place half full
She works the jar with a discount flirt
A faded Houston Oilers shirt
While an old crow sings down on the stage
Thumbing the chords on a crinkled page
He plays his Zevon tune
Beneath a gulf moon
[Instrumental]
[Verse]
Take a walk down along the wall
You ll go right on past the carnival
Hand in hand with the keeper kind
The kind that ties to the ties that bind
Don t care for the carnie man
Or the fortune teller that reads your hand
You just beeline for a bungalow
Where the curtains flutter
And candles glow
In the heart of June
Beneath a gulf moon
[Chorus]
And here I m on a midnight porch
Looking up at a butane torch
That hangs behind a black expanse
Where stars flicker and planets dance
And it s probably time I pack it in
With a glass half-full of Jameson
Well I was born to croon
I might as well
Beneath a gulf moon
[Instrumental]
[Verse]
Down by the jetty
Near the Balinese Pier
The curmudgeons drink the yellow belly beer
And they bitch about the price of gas
And the fish that they can t seem to catch
They blame it on the islands way down south
From the bayou marsh and the delta mouth
Where the choppers roll and the tankers come
In a midnight daze for the oil drum
They can t leave too soon
Beneath a gulf moon