[Live Intro — spoken] "Alright... This one's about a man who could see trouble before I even finished ordering it." [amp hum] [pool balls crack] [low guitar bend] [RIFF] [Verse 1] Tuesday night Rain on the glass I had twelve bucks That wasn't gonna last He looked at the bartender Said, "Put his on mine." I said, "You don't know me." He said, "Give it time." Little older than me Quiet kind of man Knew a little something About damn near everything Built complicated things For people with nicer chairs Then talked about rivers Old books And stars like he'd been there Man was deep as hell Smart-ass too Every time I thought I'd figured him out He'd chalk his stick and say, "Good for you." [Pre-Chorus] He broke 'em clean I grabbed my beer Saw an easy corner shot He said, "I wouldn't." I said, "Didn't ask." He laughed, "Apparently not." [Chorus] HE SAW THREE SHOTS AHEAD I SAW FREE SHOTS INSTEAD CHEAP SHOTS GREEN FELT BAD BETS TWO DRINKS DOWN SEEING RED THREE SHOTS AHEAD FREE SHOTS INSTEAD HE SAID, "LEAVE YOURSELF ONE." I SAID, "POUR MINE AGAIN." THREE SHOTS AHEAD [Verse 2] Beer turned into whiskey Whiskey turned into more He'd bought every damn round Since we walked through the door I said, "You trying to get me drunk?" He said, "You're doing that yourself." I said, "Yeah, but you're paying." He said, "Glad I could help." We got talking women I said, "Wanting ought to count." He said, "It does." I waited. He didn't. I said, "That's all?" He said, "That's the amount." [Pre-Chorus] That one sat there Mean and clean Like a cue ball Dead center green [Chorus] HE SAW THREE SHOTS AHEAD I SAW FREE SHOTS INSTEAD CHEAP SHOTS GREEN FELT BAD BETS TWO DRINKS DOWN SEEING RED THREE SHOTS AHEAD FREE SHOTS INSTEAD HE SAID, "LEAVE YOURSELF ONE." I SAID, "POUR MINE AGAIN." THREE SHOTS AHEAD [Heavy Break] [half-time low-string riff] Then he called a bank shot Three rails down Walked around that table twice Like he was surveying town I said, "For a man three shots ahead You sure take your sweet-ass time." He said, "Thinking's free." I said, "Not with that bar tab It ain't." He missed. I sank the eight. Stood there grinning Way too proud Said, "Maybe quit thinking Every once in a while." He looked at me Then laughed. "Fair enough." [Bridge — slow, dirty blues] Funny what you remember From a half-lit bar A couple dumb little sayings That follow you home in the car Don't take every open shot Don't chase everything that moves Sometimes the smartest thing you do Is leave yourself something to shoot He never told me Where to aim Never grabbed the cue Just let me lose A little cleaner Till I saw what he could see too [Guitar Solo — low bends → feedback → hard riff escalation] [Final Chorus] HE SAW THREE SHOTS AHEAD I SAW FREE SHOTS INSTEAD CHEAP SHOTS GREEN FELT BAD BETS LAST CALL HARD HEADS NO REGRETS THREE SHOTS AHEAD FREE SHOTS INSTEAD HE SAID, "LEAVE YOURSELF ONE." I SAID, "POUR MINE AGAIN!" THREE SHOTS AHEAD THREE SHOTS AHEAD THREE SHOTS AHEAD I SAW FREE SHOTS INSTEAD! [Outro — slow] Bartender brought the bill He looked down and said, "Jesus." I said, "Thought you were buying." He said, "I am. Still don't mean I gotta like it." [pool ball rolls] [amp hum]
