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
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WILLARD GRANT CONSPIRACY lyrics