Track 9: Slim Chances

Well I’m sittin’ here drunk on a barstool, just a-hummin’ on a tune, and thinkin’ what could be; with that girl across the room. She’s the prettiest thing my eyes have ever seen, one look from her would have me on my knees. She’s too good for me. Now I’m sittin’ here in a daydream, if she got up from that stool, and walked over to me, oh what would I do? Well I think I’d say, “Hey pretty lady, what are you drinkin’? I know I’m not your type but I’ve been thinkin,’ if I could find a way to talk to you, maybe my words are good enough to do. I got muddy brown eyes on a big round face, With a nose too big and way out of place. A brand new beer gut, oh what do you say? Hey pretty lady you should come my way. Even Howlin’ Wolf’s blues are no match for your eyes. I love your blond hair under neon lights. You’re out of my league and you know that too, but I wanna try my slim chances with you.” Now she’s walkin’ over my direction, Prob’ly looking for some other fool. I gotta grab her attention; oh what do I do? Oh lord I said “I gotta come clean I’ve been watchin’ you girl and I really wanna make you my whole world, You’re out of my league and you know that too. But I wanna try my slim chances with you, so hey pretty lady, what are you thinkin’? I know you don’t know me and I know I’ve been drinkin.’ But if we could talk over a drink or two, maybe my words, maybe my words … are good enough for you? Oh Lord. My slim chances with you. My slim chances … with you.