[Intro] x3 [Verse 1] Well I call you up on the phone: nobody’s at home Then I do my usual thing: I let the telephone ring and ring and ring and ring and ring I’m standing at a phone booth coping with the ugly truth [Chorus] You see I know where you are... I know where you are You’re down drinking at the bar [Verse 2] I can picture you there on that stool drinking like a drunken fool Yeah you’re sitting there on your ass muttering into your glass Paying for your lowlife thrills with wet quarters and soggy one dollar bills [Chorus] I know where you are baby You’re down drinking at the bar [Verse 3] Dean Martin’s on the jukebox I bet or maybe it’s Tammy Wynette The tearjerkers are jerking your tears Salt water in your whiskey and your beers You’ve got the Miller High Life bouncing balls You’ve got the Utica Club waterfalls [Chorus] I know where you are oh ho You’re down at the bar You’re down at the bar [Instrumental Break] E7 Asus4 x16 [Verse 4] Go ahead get drunk it’s alright Lost weekend on a Tuesday night But I’m going to have to give you the score: I’m not going to call you up on the telephone no more I’m sick and tired of listening to that phone ring 15 times I’m sick and tired of getting back my dimes! [Chorus] Because I know what you are You’re at sot that’s what you are I know what you are You’re a lush You got a big red nose! [Chorus] I know where you are baby I know where you are... You’re down drinking at the bar [Outro] Asus4 Asus4 Use this bass run changing from E7 to Asus4 and back again |------------| |------------| D|---------0------------| A|---0h2------------| |------------|

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À propos de la chanson

Cette chanson évoque la solitude et la désillusion d'un homme qui tente de joindre une personne absente. Il réalise que cette dernière se trouve probablement dans un bar, en train de noyer son chagrin dans l'alcool, luttant avec des pensées amères. Le narrateur se dépeint de manière désabusée, décrivant l'image de l’autre, perdue dans ses verres et la mélancolie des morceaux de vieux crooners qui résonnent en fond. Malgré les tentations de l'appeler, il se promet de ne plus laisser ce téléphone sonner et de ne plus se soucier de son état désespéré. Ce récit triste, mais sincère, illustre le cycle de l'addiction et la difficulté de quitter une situation toxique.