The Tunabreath Saloon

Lyrics by Peebstuff; Music by, uh...

Torbin is the ‘tender here
He opens up at noon
He checks the nooks for bodies
And swamps away the gloom

Susannah waits the tables here
And starts her day at three
She opens up the ladies room
Her eyes are deep blue see

There are no swamps in Memphis
Old walls can make you swoon
Relentless in the mornings
At the Tunabreath Saloon

Oh Tunabreath, oh Tunabreath
There’ll never be another
Even though the flower was hot
The day is done and gone
The bloom has passed forever
On the Tunabreath Salon

Nothing ever happens here
It’s quiet and benign
The jukebox has a Joel tune
But mostly Cash and bluesy songs
That no one ever listens to…

And nothing ever happens here
Or nothing that would shock us
Oh sure, it does get raucous here
When all is said and done
It’s liquor does the talkin’ here
But not for 911

There are no swamps in Dallas
Old walls can make you swoon
No malice in the mornings
At the Tunabreath Saloon

Oh Tunabreath, oh Tunabreath
There’ll never be another
Even though the flower was hot
The nights are gone and soon
The bloom will pass forever
On the Tunabreath Saloon