Eight Ball Blues - Steve Goodman

Well I wish I had some memories

That’d keep inside my trunk

I wish I had a nickel for every beer I’ve drunk

And I wish I had me a sailing ship

That’d take me over the sea

I wish I could talk you in to coming home with me

Is this the part where I came in

I’ve heard this song before

Had a couple too many

But I think I can find the door

And I do not know your name my friend

But I’ve seen that face before

Well I saw it in the Jail House

And I saw in the war

And I saw it in my mirror

A couple of times before

I wish I was the Candyman

Sweet as I could be

In every town the ladies hang 'round

Just to get a taste of me

I wish I was an opry star

Or had me a PhD

I wish I had the common sense

To be satisfied with me

Is this the part where I came in

I’ve heard this song before

Had a couple too many

But I think I can find the door

And I do not know your name my friend

But I’ve seen that face before

Well I saw it in the Jail House

And I saw in the war

Well I saw it my mirror

Just a couple of times before

I wish I had a magic pocket, that’d keep all my money in

I wish I knew a good excuse for all of my mortal sins

Well they say to know the best in life, you gotta know the worst

I wish that I had been the clown, who thought up that one first

Is this the part where I came in

I’ve heard this song before

Had a couple too many

But I think I can find the door

And I do not know your name my friend

But I’ve seen that face before

Hey, I saw it in the Jail House

And I saw in the war

Well I saw it in my mirror

A couple of times before

Let me tell you

I saw it in the Jail House

It was on the post office door

And I saw it in my mirror

A couple of times before

Good People I saw it in the jail house

I saw it in the war

Lord I saw it in the mirror …