[Intro - Slow smoky guitar, Hammond organ] [Deep male voice] Door two. [Pause] Well... At least this one has a bar. [Verse 1] One light burning Above an empty room. Old wooden counter, Smoke hanging like perfume. A bottle waiting. One glass beside. A jukebox glowing In the corner light. The bartender stood there With his back to me. Black shirt. Black vest. Whistling quietly. He turned around, And somehow I knew... I'd seen that smile before. "So... What'll it be for you?" [Verse 2] I pulled up a stool. He poured me one. Dark as midnight. Cold as a gun. I asked him his name. He laughed and said, "Names don't matter much When everyone's dead." Then he raised his glass And looked my way. "You've travelled quite far To get here today." I said, "I never asked To come this way." He smiled. "Nobody does." [Chorus] SO POUR ME ONE FOR THE ROAD. ONE FOR THE MILES I OWE. ONE FOR THE NIGHTS I CAN'T REMEMBER, AND PLACES I SHOULDN'T KNOW. POUR IT SLOW. LET IT BURN. SOME ROADS END... SOME RETURN. JUST ONE MORE BEFORE I GO. POUR ME... ONE FOR THE ROAD. [Verse 3] There were photographs Behind the bar. Faces I'd seen But couldn't place. A skeleton dancing. A porcelain girl. A truckie staring Into space. A leather-clad woman Held up her glass. She'd written underneath: "ABOUT BLOODY TIME." [Brief guitar lick] I laughed. The bartender didn't. Then I saw one picture At the end of the line. A photograph... Of me. [Music darkens] Sitting on this stool. Holding this glass. And underneath: "LAST ORDERS — ELEVEN FIFTY-NINE." [Pre-Chorus] I pushed the drink away. "I've been here before." The bartender smiled. "You're starting to remember." [Chorus - Heavier] SO POUR ME ONE FOR THE ROAD. ONE FOR THE DEBTS I OWE. ONE FOR THE DOORS I KEEP WALKING THROUGH AND PLACES I SHOULDN'T KNOW. POUR IT SLOW. LET IT BURN. EVERYBODY GETS THEIR TURN. JUST ONE MORE BEFORE I GO. POUR ME... ONE FOR THE ROAD. [Bridge - Sparse guitar and organ] I looked toward the jukebox. One record turned. No music playing. Just a needle... Scraping. The bartender reached underneath And pulled out something gold. A ticket. My ticket. He placed it on the bar. [Male voice] "Thought you lost this." I stared at him. "Who are you?" [Pause] He leaned closer. Same smile. Same eyes. Then quietly said— "You really don't remember the Devil's Bar?" [Heavy guitar enters] [Breakdown] ONE DRINK. ONE DEBT. ONE NIGHT YOU CAN'T FORGET. ONE HAND. FOUR ACES. ONE DEVIL WHO REMEMBERS FACES. YOU WON THE GAME. YOU WON THE BET. BUT THERE'S ONE LITTLE THING... YOU HAVEN'T PAID YET. [Final Chorus - Huge blues-rock release] SO POUR ME ONE FOR THE ROAD! ONE FOR THE SOUL I OWE! ONE FOR THE DEVIL BEHIND THAT BAR WHO NEVER LET ME GO! POUR IT SLOW! LET IT BURN! NOW I KNOW WHY I RETURN! THERE AIN'T NO ROAD THAT LEADS ME HOME... WHEN THE DEVIL... OWNS THE ROAD. [Music falls away] [Outro - Hammond and quiet guitar] The bartender took my glass. Polished it slowly. Then nodded toward a door Behind the bar. Above it... A number three. I stood. He called after me. "Friend?" I turned. He smiled. "You still haven't paid for the drink." [Pause] From somewhere down the bar— [Spoken voice, irritated] "PUT IT ON MY BLOODY TAB!" [Silence] [Male voice] "...Who was that?" The bartender sighed. "You don't want to know." [Door opens.] [Cut.]
