Knows no remorse A natural force The pack of wolves Are closing in Now, hear the howling beasts They move fast Through the winter woods And soon it's time to feast A vicious hunt

A man can't face the cold, hard truth And closing time is when I'll leave. Till then it's just between this bottle and me. Yeah, this is just between the bottle and me. With nothing less than 90 proof. Didn't come in here for your sympathy, And a honky

A man can't face the cold, hard truth And closing time is when I'll leave. Till then it's just between this bottle and me. Yeah, this is just between the bottle and me. With nothing less than 90 proof. Didn't come in here for your sympathy, And a honky

What's love but just some illusion we believe What's love but just some confusion we don't need Sittin' here It's closing time You've got your troubles and I bet they're just like mine Somebody told you goodbye But I know a way that can't go wrong Nobody

The bad news has arrived It's closing time There's a final curtain There's the dotted line No more celebration No rum, no brandy, no sparkling wine Put on all your armor March yourself in line Swallow all your feelings

A man can't face the cold, hard truth And closing time is when I'll leave. Till then it's just between this bottle and me. Yeah, this is just between the bottle and me. With nothing less than 90 proof. Didn't come in here for your sympathy, And a honky

A man can't face the cold, hard truth And closing time is when I'll leave. Till then it's just between this bottle and me. Yeah, this is just between the bottle and me. With nothing less than 90 proof. Didn't come in here for your sympathy, And a honky

Ain't no closing time, ain't no cover charge Just country boys and girls getting down on the farm It's just country boys and girls getting down on the farm You can have a lot of fun in a New York minute Every Friday night there's a steady cloud of dust

A man can't face the cold, hard truth And closing time is when I'll leave. Till then it's just between this bottle and me. Yeah, this is just between the bottle and me. With nothing less than 90 proof. Didn't come in here for your sympathy, And a honky

A man can't face the cold, hard truth And closing time is when I'll leave. Till then it's just between this bottle and me. Yeah, this is just between the bottle and me. With nothing less than 90 proof. Didn't come in here for your sympathy, And a honky