[Verse 1: Bellowing groove-metal male lead, groove-metal bellowed lead, thick downtuned groove riff] River street, a bar with the paint coming off Anchor Tap, sawdust, and a dog with a cough I was new in town, I had a week of pay Walked in at nine on the last of the day Every stool was full but the one by the glass And every man in the room let the empty one pass Brass plate on the leather, DUTCH, worn thin Pint on the bar with the foam caving in I said who's the pint for, and the bartender froze Said that's Dutch's seat, everybody knows Forty years, he says, nobody sits there, son I said it's a stool, man, and I'm the one [Hook: Bellowing groove-metal male lead, full heavy band, distorted bass guitar] Don't you sit down in somebody's seat Don't you lay a hand on it, don't you take the heat Every man in here walking wide around the chair That's somebody's seat and he's still sitting there [Verse 2: Bellowing groove-metal male lead, harder groove-metal bellowed lead, heavy pounding drums] So I sat on down and I lifted the glass Drank Dutch's beer in a couple of gulps, fast And the lights went brown and the lights went low And the man by the dartboard said oh, no, no Room went quiet, not a cough, not a laugh Felt a hand on my shoulder cut the cold in half Went to stand on up and my legs said stay Boots on the rail and they would not obey Bartender came over with a rag in his fist Polished up the plate with a slow little twist And the letters on the brass that were worn so thin Came up shining with a new name in [Hook: Bellowing groove-metal male lead, full heavy band, distorted bass guitar] Don't you sit down in somebody's seat Don't you lay a hand on it, don't you take the heat Every man in here walking wide around the chair That's somebody's seat and he's still sitting there [Breakdown: Bellowing groove-metal male lead, the riff grinds lower, heavy pounding drums] Dutch was a stranger in the fall of the year Sat in somebody's seat with somebody's beer Forty Halloweens he held that stool by the glass Waiting on a fool who would let nothing pass Now he's out the door with his collar up high And the new guy's sitting, and the new guy is I [Final Hook: Bellowing groove-metal male lead, pinch squeals, high pinch-harmonic squeal after every line, raw full voice] Don't you sit down in somebody's seat Don't you lay a hand on it, don't you take the heat Every man in here walking wide around the chair That's somebody's seat and he's still sitting there [End]
