Well they took away my keys at the bar
so tonight I'm sleeping in the car.
I wouldn't drink another beer if I could
even though it might do me good.
The bench seat is room enough for one
it's all that's left once the night is done.
I crack a window to let in the air.
I won't sleep but I don't care.
:Chorus:
Diamonds and keys, baby please
stars still shine on nights like these.
Hair-pins and dimes ain't so strange,
maybe some things never change.
The only other car in the parking lot --
a broke down old wreck next to my spot.
That red paint been peelin' off for years,
how come they let it rust out here?
I can still see my fingers in the dark
just enough to set the match to spark.
But tonight I'll let those lonesome troubles roam
and in the morning head on home.