джаз, Музыка Для Работы, Спокойный джаз, Jazz Saxophone Night Saloon Song

Hey Joe, don't wipe the bar just yet
I’ve got a memory I need to forget
The place is empty, just you and me
And a ghost that only I can see
She’s sitting there on the empty stool
Making me look like a sentimental fool

So pour one more for the ghost of her
Blur the lines of the way we were
I raise my glass to the empty air
Pretending that she is really there
The whiskey burns but the truth stings most
Just one more for the ghost

I tried to call but I lost my nerve
I guess it’s exactly what I deserve
The jukebox is playing our favorite song
But the harmony feels all wrong
She walked away in the pouring rain
And left me here with this old refrain

It’s a quarter to three
There’s no one left but me
And the shadow of a smile
That stays for a little while

The whiskey burns but the truth stings most
So set 'em up, Joe...
Just one more for the ghost.