As past times go I guess I've seen some good   It's not always the best ones come and stay   There's a crowd that thinks there is one, and it should   'Cause they always seem to spend theirs the some old way.      And they call it winding down   The six to ten crowd, smoky bars   Notes on napkins and business cards   Describe the days events and go on home.      And it's likely they won't drown   The price goes up and one more round   They close up all the bars downtown   As the singer plays one last rip roaring song.      It seems like the same ole motions every night   He wants to hear a golden oldie to take him back   And I'll play out all the emotions I can't fight   Relieve the tensions and hope they're on the right track.      And they call it winding down   The six to ten crowd, smoky bars   Notes on napkins and business cards   Describe the days events and go on home.      And it's likely they won't drown   The price goes up and one more round   They close up all the bars downtown   As the singer plays one last rip roaring song.      Honky tonk heroes are turn the page    And the books are closed tonight   'Cause everybody knows you gottta leave'em up   So they'll go home feeling right.      You gotta leave'em up    So they'll go home feeling right...