There's a place in Sand Canyon Where the sun's always set Beneath the Sierra Nevadas In the shadow of a cliff There's a face in the mirror I haven't seen yet This bar looks as good as any For a little refreshment
Closing time, closing time
I'll sit here awhile And drink this bottle real slow And let the jukebox lull me gently Before it's time to go
Give me refuge from the daytime Give me solace from the night Let me tithe in the only church I know Give me one more drink before the lights go low
Closing time, closing time Turn the key, lock the door I'm going home
