There's a bar down on 9th
Street, they call the buffet
It's open every night,
open every day
There's a sign out front and
a mural on the window
You get margaritas in the morning,
hot dogs and beer at night
There's a pool table in
the corner near the fake
Tiffany line
If you're college kids,
you know where it is
Down in the neighborhood
where nobody goes
Old
Town
And the
Empire
Market is just down the street
They got wooden floors
and coolers from 1893
And the ceiling fans run all summer long
And if you're looking for tortillas,
man, they got the best
No little
Sonoran peppers that burn a
hole right through your chest
They don't mind if you got a
pocket full of pennies
Down in the neighborhood
where nobody goes
Old
Town
Old
Town nights
Old town days,
old town dreams fade away
Suns and moons go round and round
Time and a woman like you can
still be found in downtown
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Railroad tracks keep bringing the bumps
Some just like to live that way
Some are on the run from their families
From you and me
And they sleep in the arroya with
the sand and the storms
And most don't ask for anything
except be left alone
They're alright
Somehow they fit this place
They're the ghosts of the
cowboy who lived long ago
In
Old
Town
Old
Town nights
Old
Town days
Old town dreams fade away
Suns and moons go round and round
Time that a woman like you
can still be found
Down, low down
Late
Late
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Thank for listening!