Niteclub - Old 97's

Eighteen-hundred miles from this old nightclub

A girl is turning 22 today

How am I supposed to entertain you?

My fingertips are worthless when my mind’s so far away

Eighteen-hundred miles from Manhattan

The nightclub yawns and opens up it’s doors

Thank God that I don’t have to pay the cover

'Cause every night I’m broker than I was the night before

Yeah, this old niteclub stole my youth

This old niteclub stole my true love

It follows me around from town to town

I just might get drunk tonight and burn the niteclub down

I just might get drunk tonight and burn the niteclub down, three four

Telephones make strangers out of lovers

Whiskey makes the strangers all look good

Well my angel of the morning is in mourning

My life was misspent, don’t let me be misunderstood

And this old niteclub stole my youth

Yeah, this old niteclub stole my true love

It follows me around from town to town

I just might get drunk tonight and burn the niteclub down

Yeah, I just might get drunk tonight and burn the niteclub down

Yeah, I just might get drunk tonight and burn the niteclub down