Devil At The Sinners’ Saloon

[Verse 1]
Rain on the awning
Neon half-gone, buzzing blue
Clock’s stuck at midnight
But the night’s just starting for you
Ash in your whiskey
Cards curling soft in the gloom
Shadow in the doorway
Brings a little brimstone to the room
[Chorus]
The devil’s back in town
And he’s taking it slow (mm, real slow)
Got a smile like Sunday
Eyes like the place you go
When the choir stops singing
And the truth comes due soon
He’ll be waiting in the corner
At the sinners’ saloon (oh)
He’ll be waiting in the corner
At the sinners’ saloon
[Verse 2]
He tips the barkeep
With a coin too cold to spend
Says, “I’m just on business
But I do enjoy my friends”
He knows your heartbeat
By the way you stir your glass
Knows what you’d give up
Just to rewrite one small past
[Chorus]
The devil’s back in town
And he’s taking it slow (mm-hmm)
Got a smile like Sunday
Eyes like the place you go
When the choir stops singing
And the truth comes due soon
He’ll be waiting in the corner
At the sinners’ saloon
Yeah, he’s just getting started
At the sinners’ saloon
[Bridge]
You say, “I’m only staying
For one last round” (one last round)
But the room leans closer
To that low, sweet sound
He says, “I don’t chase people
I just sit right here
Every lost little promise
Finds its way to me, my dear” (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
The devil’s back in town
And he’s taking his time
Writing slow red letters
Down the ledger of your spine
When the band stops playing
And they stack up the stools
He’ll be lighting one more cigarette
In the sinners’ saloon
Yeah, he’ll always be waiting
At the sinners’ saloon

jazz, Slow, smoky 1940s jazz ballad with male vocals, brushed kit, upright bass walking lazily, and muted trumpet fills behind a close-mic crooner. Old-time radio crackle and band in a small room, sax answering vocal phrases. Chorus widens slightly with soft horn pads and close-harmony backing murmurs; final pass drops to near-whisper, bass and piano carrying the tension., moody, slow, smooth