G Gsus2 G Gsus2 [Verse 1] G Am I took a detour off a California run D G Searching for a joint I played back in 1981 G Am Up a rugged canyon there’s that steakhouse, there’s the bar D G Where I played three sets a night with my old Martin guitar G C The owner she smiled and said it’s been a long long time C Bm How ya doing cowboy, I said well I guess I’m doing fine Bm Am I saw that special out on your chalkboard sign D G Same old T-Bone steak and a glass of Spanish wine [Verse 2] G Am She smiled and said well not much is new D G Sit on down here and I’ll take a glass with you G Am The canyon’s been torn apart by wildfires now D G We cater to an mostly older retired crowd G C The music ain’t like what it used to be C Bm When you could tear our hearts out in any song, in any key Bm Am Now it’s all just background noise to me D G The T-Bone steak and the glass of wine’s on me [Bridge] Cm G Then I looked deep into her eyes I saw my reflection as a much younger man Cm G The minstrel kid clawing a path across this wild old honky tonky land Cm G Then she closed her eyes and we hummed up that old Scotch and Soda song Am D Then she said ah the hell with the past kid, I hope you brought your guitar along [Verse 3] D C T-Bone steak and a glass of Spanish wine C Bm The daily special served from five to nine Bm Am Carved in stone on that old chalkboard sign D G I played Goodnight Irene at closing time G C And the crowd was drunk but they always sang along C Bm I took requests for those old cowboy songs Bm Am D ’Til last call and the barkeep banged the gong D G He yelled goodnight Irene folks move along [Bridge] Cm G Then she closed her eyes and I sang a verse of Ain’t It Funny How The Time Slips Away Cm Am D She laughed out loud and said cowboy you just took me back to a thousand yesterdays [Verse 4] D C One last glass and I headed for the door C Bm She said so long you ragtime troubadour Bm Am I said I’ll circle back here down the line D G For a little T-Bone steak and Spanish wine G C T-Bone steak and a glass of Spanish wine C Bm The daily special served from five til nine Bm Am D Carved in stone on their old chalkboard sign D G I sang Goodnight Irene at closing time G C And the crowd was drunk but they always sang along C Bm I took requests for those old country songs Bm Am ’Til it was last call the barkeep banged the gong D G He yelled goodnight Irene folks move along Cm D G Ain’t it funny how the time slips away Am D Cm Ain’t it funny how the time slips away G Aye aye