《The Innkeeper’s Last Tab》 A Tavern Goodbye — One More Drink Before You Go [Intro｜Accordion • Irish Fiddle • Banjo] (Accordion skips in. Fiddle answers. Glasses clink around a wooden tavern table.) INNKEEPER — half singing, half teasing: Well, traveler— is this really your “last drink”? (laughs) Because, darling, that’s the eighth “last drink” you’ve ordered tonight. [Verse 1] Rain came down on the old town road, washed the dust from every tree, You brushed the mud from off your coat and still you wouldn’t leave. Your horse is waiting by the door, chewing hay like it’s got all night, You’ve been talking to the moon about an old love out of sight. You say the road is calling, you say the West wind blows, I say if whiskey could stop a man, you’d never leave this place, I suppose. So come on, traveler— fill your glass again. Don’t worry ’bout tomorrow, it’ll find you in the end. [Chorus｜Bright Celtic Tavern Folk] One more drink, two dancing boots, one more story, one more truth! You go west, I’ll stay here, there’s a whole wide world waiting somewhere out there. One more drink, don’t rush away, the night is young, and so’s the day! If we meet again— we’ll raise a glass. If we don’t— well, what a night we had! Diddle-diddle, dum-dum! Let the whiskey roll around! Diddle-diddle, dum-dum! Finish this one— then hit the road! [Verse 2] You say the desert’s dry and wide, no friendly willow anywhere, I say there’s always springtime hiding somewhere in the air. If the road gets long, then take it slow. If the mountain’s high, stop and watch the clouds go. And if you hear a fiddle playing somewhere down the line, just pretend an old innkeeper is wishing you a fine goodbye. You laugh and say, “You talk too much.” I laugh and say, “You count the windows every time you leave.” (pause) Now tell me, traveler— who’s the one who doesn’t want to go? [Chorus｜Bigger • Faster • Tavern Crowd] One more drink, two dancing boots, one more fiddle, one more tune! You go west, I’ll go east, let’s see what kind of trouble we can find at least! Don’t look back, don’t count the miles, the road gets better when you walk it with a smile. If we meet again— we’ll dance all night. If we don’t— you owe me for the lights! Diddle-diddle, dum-dum! Everybody stomp the floor! Diddle-diddle, dum-dum! One last drink— then maybe four! [Bridge｜Tango × Irish Folk] (Accordion and fiddle trade playful phrases. Banjo joins. Footsteps and handclaps.) Fill the glass— the wind is fine. You chase your road, I’ll guard mine. You’ve got a thousand miles to roam, I’ve got this little tavern home. (half laugh) Don’t ask me when you’ll be back. When the geese come flying south, maybe they’ll bring me news— Or maybe they’ll bring you another bill. [Final Chorus｜Full Tavern Band] One more drink, here’s to the night! Here’s to leaving, here’s to life! You go west, I’ll stay here, but the whole wide world is waiting somewhere near. One more drink, here’s to the road, here’s to every friend we meet along the way. If we meet again— the door stays wide. If we don’t— keep this little night inside. Diddle-diddle, dum-dum! Raise your glass up to the sky! Diddle-diddle, dum-dum! Finish your drink— and say goodbye! (crowd cheers) [Outro｜Slow • Playful] (Fiddle softly repeats the main melody.) INNKEEPER, quietly: Traveler… If you find some good whiskey somewhere down the road— have one for me. And if you meet an old friend… tell them I said— “The wind is still gentle around here.” (glass clinks) Ding. (One final cheeky fiddle note.) INNKEEPER: …And you still owe me for seven drinks. (laughter) Song: 《The Innkeeper’s Last Tab》 Lyrics ：Amy Huang (黃慕瑾） Music & Vocals: Generated by SUNO This content is created using Suno AI under a commercial license. All lyrics are original. The music and vocals are generated with AI tools and are used in accordance with platform terms. 丙午年夏天 2026 Amy Huang （愛米）
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