Lines taken from The Notel Motel
Originally sung by Aaron Watson.
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Once again another man walks in and orders him drinks for two,
Despite his wife and picture perfect life he`s too good to be true,
While he`s flirting she`d swear he`s working on a job out of town,
A married man, you know he`s got no business messing around.
Another fight at home and she`ll spend the night on her own,
She misses him beside her but she knows that she`s better off alone,
And she sits at the window waiting for a pair of shimmering taillights,
As she puts down her finger `cuz there`s no more pointing left for this fight.
Thoughts are pounding through her head as tears cloud her eyes of blue,
She wonders what he is doing and where it is that he ran off to,
But with a bottle of whiskey in her left hand and a wedding ring on her right,
She hits her knees; begging that she`ll make it through the night.
And a bartender shakes his head, seeing the story through -
"Once again, another man walks in and order him drinks for two."
He sits at the bar winking at a blue-eyed blonde he`d like to meet,
While he orders up a few more rounds; he`ll picture her dress at her feet,
And she doesn`t know there`s a wedding ring on the dash of his car,
Or that her naivety can only get her so far.
The words he throws out are almost too difficult for him to chew,
But he won`t bite his tongue yet, he knows exactly what to do.
He smiles at her as he runs his hand up and down her thigh,
Throwing out all of the lines that he can just to get by;
Laying bills down on the counter, he takes her to a back room; he knows what to do -
"Despite his wife and picture perfect life he`s too good to be true."
His wife walks in and takes a seat while looking around,
She can smell his cologne but tonight she won`t dare make a sound,
With sympathy coated in his blue eyes, the bartender will turn to say:
"Why do you do this to yourself? He gives all of the clues away,
But you sit on your own, relying on yourself when you break down,
Stumbling around with liquor on your breath through this one horse town.
I`ve seen this story play out just one too many times,
He`s back there with a low class wh0re and you`re not sure of your sublime?"
She lowers her head unable to muster up a fake smile so she puts on a frown -
"While he`s flirting she`d swear he`s working on a job out of town."
She`ll go home and she`ll wait by the door for the sound of his feet,
Wiping the tears from her eyes she`ll ignore his pitiful deceit,
Asking where he was, knowing the lie that was coming next;
A business call is the new excuse for meaningless sex.
As he tucks in his shirt and walks away she`ll try her hardest to keep her ground,
Telling herself that it`s just a phase for him, she`s just another rebound.
The drugs took their grasp on him and he feels no regret for what he`s done,
And she can`t seem to gain up enough courage to turn away and run.
So she`ll crawl into bed with him, ignoring the new clues that she has found -
"A married man, you know he`s got no business messing around."
Glosa-Verse: A Spanish form invented by court poets in the 14th and 15th centuries. An opening quatrain, called a 'cabeza' is chosen from another poet, or song. The glosa elaborates or 'glosses' on the quatrain with four ten line stanzas, their concluding lines taken consecutively from the quatrain and their sixth and ninth lines rhyming with the borrowed tenth.
