I know this bar With a jukebox full of medicine And Christmas lights blinking Around a clouded mirror It's not that far From old voelkers bowling alley Just go up there and turn right It's about three blocks from here You'll probably find grace Her shift starts at happy hour She's got this sweet face Easy as tea leaves to read You gotta know what to look for You gotta know what's there to find But then I guess you don't really know her So nevermind I used to hang out a lot around here In that part of town Where all the white kids Still have feathered hair I know this song With this one really killer line I don't remember it exactly But it slays me every time It's on the jukebox there I know it's number 5403 Go put that song on for me won't you And make gracie think of me