We got old time bars Still standing on downtown city streets Old ladies serving drinks inside With no color in their cheeks Listening to a Haggard song You can put your old blue collar on Old Milwaukee on Christmas Eve It's hard to believe Street girls hop from foot to foot Trying to keep warm Trying to pay down a few bills Before the next big storm On a corner, trembling in the wind Amazed at the mess they're in Wipin' their noses on their sleeve It's hard to believe I swore I'd leave the day they knocked That old smokestack down But there's a guy I need to talk to Before I quit this town Drivin' past the prison yard Still got my old Teamsters card Still waitin' on my reprieve It's hard to believe When I looked into her smiling eyes I saw dreams so fine Like the Spirit of Chicago On a lonesome old railroad line I would have gone with her that day I just watched her as she drove away I guess one of us had to leave It's hard to believe Here comes another Blown up kid from over there Making the whole world Safe for the millionaires The same old swindle hides Behind a fresh new coat of lies It's no time to be naive It's hard to believe We got old time bars Still standing on downtown city streets Old ladies serving drinks inside With no color in their cheeks Listening to a Haggard song You can put your old blue collar on It's another New Years Eve It's hard to believe