The Central
Honky-tonk bar
In the middle of a square
Central Tavern looking for a scene
Fixing to go somewhere
Brought around the Cape Horn bar
Black-light room
Jimi Hendrix posters on the wall
Stage up in the back and the gloom
Pitcher beer and a little boxed wine
Burgers in the afternoon
Rock and roll most every night
Doors had to lock at two
Mary worked the nights,
George had to get the days
Me I was Johnny-come-lately
To Mike and Donna's place
I helped on the weekends
Rock and roll nights and weekends
I worked on the weekends
Booking bands and working weekends
Pioneer Square, Seattle, Washington
Was a $20 date back in 1987
Mixed up crowd, winos at the edge
Ronald Reagan was the president
10 or 12 bars for the upscale set
But the Central Tavern was different then the rest
A little bit seedy, an oddball nest
To get in you had to pass the ID test
Long old bar right there on your left
Leaning brick walls, no one to impress
She was a grand old lady
Stood alone in the West
One time
She stood alone
Essential bar
One time and place
Lucky me with a front row seat
I'd have paid to been there anyway
Northwest style meant rain
And the music didn't have a name
We covered our heads when the winter rolled around
Didn't seem matter much anyway
But she's gone now
And the weeds have grown
The dogs sniff around
But what do I know?
Friends on, friends on
Friends on the radio
We got my friends on the radio
I hear my friends on the radio
I helped to get them on the radio
Tuning: D G D G A D capo 5
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The Central
Honky-tonk bar
In the middle of a square
Central Tavern looking for a scene
Fixing to go somewhere
Brought around the Cape Horn bar
Black-light room
Jimi Hendrix posters on the wall
Stage up in the back and the gloom
Pitcher beer and a little boxed wine
Burgers in the afternoon
Rock and roll most every night
Doors had to lock at two
Mary worked the nights,
George had to get the days
Me I was Johnny-come-lately
To Mike and Donna's place
I helped on the weekends
Rock and roll nights and weekends
I worked on the weekends
Booking bands and working weekends
Pioneer Square, Seattle, Washington
Was a $20 date back in 1987
Mixed up crowd, winos at the edge
Ronald Reagan was the president
10 or 12 bars for the upscale set
But the Central Tavern was different then the rest
A little bit seedy, an oddball nest
To get in you had to pass the ID test
Long old bar right there on your left
Leaning brick walls, no one to impress
She was a grand old lady
Stood alone in the West
One time
She stood alone
Essential bar
One time and place
Lucky me with a front row seat
I'd have paid to been there anyway
Northwest style meant rain
And the music didn't have a name
We covered our heads when the winter rolled around
Didn't seem matter much anyway
But she's gone now
And the weeds have grown
The dogs sniff around
But what do I know?
Friends on, friends on
Friends on the radio
We got my friends on the radio
I hear my friends on the radio
I helped to get them on the radio
Tuning: D G D G A D capo 5
Honky-tonk bar
In the middle of a square
Central Tavern looking for a scene
Fixing to go somewhere
Brought around the Cape Horn bar
Black-light room
Jimi Hendrix posters on the wall
Stage up in the back and the gloom
Pitcher beer and a little boxed wine
Burgers in the afternoon
Rock and roll most every night
Doors had to lock at two
Mary worked the nights,
George had to get the days
Me I was Johnny-come-lately
To Mike and Donna's place
I helped on the weekends
Rock and roll nights and weekends
I worked on the weekends
Booking bands and working weekends
Pioneer Square, Seattle, Washington
Was a $20 date back in 1987
Mixed up crowd, winos at the edge
Ronald Reagan was the president
10 or 12 bars for the upscale set
But the Central Tavern was different then the rest
A little bit seedy, an oddball nest
To get in you had to pass the ID test
Long old bar right there on your left
Leaning brick walls, no one to impress
She was a grand old lady
Stood alone in the West
One time
She stood alone
Essential bar
One time and place
Lucky me with a front row seat
I'd have paid to been there anyway
Northwest style meant rain
And the music didn't have a name
We covered our heads when the winter rolled around
Didn't seem matter much anyway
But she's gone now
And the weeds have grown
The dogs sniff around
But what do I know?
Friends on, friends on
Friends on the radio
We got my friends on the radio
I hear my friends on the radio
I helped to get them on the radio
Tuning: D G D G A D capo 5
Writer: TERRY LEE HALE
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management