Smokey the bar lights dimly low
It's good that way cause heartaches don't show
Each hand holds a glass each glass holds a beer
Jukebox records play amid sorrow and cheer

Lots of them are happy they laugh and tell their jokes
While lots of them are here because they're just lonely folks
And then there are others whose hearts wear a scar
But you can't see them crying it's old Smokey the bar

Smokey the bar lights glowing dim
They hardly notice when someone walks in
Order up your drink to the music that's loud
You'll find a friend somewhere in the crowd

While the ashes are falling from the smoke that you inhale
There's an old dream to recall or a new one that failed
Should a tear betray your eye if memory slips to far
Don't tell them that you're crying just say Smokey the bar

While the ashes are falling from the smoke that you inhale
There's an old dream to recall or a new one that failed
Should a tear betray your eye if memory slips to far
Don't tell them that you're crying just say Smokey the bar

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): HANK THOMPSON, WILLIAM PENIX