Part Time

I don’t regret my tavern days
Just my kind of time and place
Sweet as Johnny Hartford
Singing “Gentle On My Mind”
I tried to hold on to my slot
I’ve loved a lot but I lost the plot
And what I need and what I’ve got
Got kind of misaligned

Forty hours a week
Howling past my peek
That’s hard work, even for a man in his prime
So I’m thinking ‘bout going part time, part time
Probably gonna go part time

So long on the barroom grindstone now
And more fun than the law allows
You won’t hear me disavow
The charms of the neon night
I must admit that I hate to quit
I’ve been crazy for the benefits
It’s a good gig on the face of it
But I’ve been getting just a little uptight

Forty hours a week
Howling past my peek
That’s hard work, even for a man in his prime
So I’m thinking ‘bout going part time, part time
Probably gonna go part time

I hesitate to walk away
From a vast array of pay for play
To trade go for stay and night for day
But baby, what you gonna do?
You can shriek and yell or bid fond farewell
And I don’t know but I hear tell
When you hear the bell
It’s not your death knell
But it’s tolling, and it’s tolling for you

Forty hours a week
Howling past my peek
That’s hard work, even for a man in his prime
So I’m thinking ‘bout going part time, part time
Probably gonna go part time
Think I maybe gotta go part time
I think they’re gonna make me go part time