Another quarter for the jukebox, play that low and mournful sound
Another taste of that top shelf, there's a killer on the town
I know it's getting late, but I'm just about to hit my stride
Little rattle in my pocket gotta, gotta keep the throttle open wide
Now it's bourbon for my misery, it's whiskey for my sin
One after the other, feel the devil creeping in
No place else that I gotta go, no place else that I gotta be
So saddle up to this long rail honey I could use a little company
I've been run around and branded
As a lonely fool who ain't ever gonna see the light
But you can call me that last man standing
Call me a shot out in the night
Take a ride with a blues playing mutha up from Ferriday, Louisianne
Got a long black Lincoln Continental, we can ride it to the rims
Make our way for that Beale Street money gonna see my name up in lights
Shake it down on that off ramp, honey got that Memphis in my sight
I've been run around and branded
As a lonely fool who ain't ever gonna see the light
But you can call me that last man standing
Call me a shot out in the night
Coming up from that black water circuit now I hear it coming through
Laying down my machine gun rhythm got me burning red, hot, and blue
Everybody gonna know my name, yeah, you can bet I'm gonna run this town
Stand me up against the king himself and you can bet I'll wear the crown
I've been run around and branded
As a lonely fool who ain't ever gonna see the light
But you can call me that last man standing
Call me a shot out in the night
I've been run around and branded
As a lonely fool who ain't ever gonna see the light
But you can call me that last man standing
You can call me that last man standing
You can call me that last man standing
Call me a shot out in the night
