The waitresses counted their tips,
And they all went ho-home.
Bartender's just closed the door.
The place down the street,
Has been closed for two hours{1}.
There's no place to have just one more.
And you played all your best riffs,
And you told all your best jokes.
You sang all the best songs you know.
And the girl you've been eyein',
Down at the first table,
She left half an hour ago.

((You're the last one of the night people,))
Walkin' with your coat in your hand.
((You're the last one of the night people,))
Hittin' the street once again.

The sky's gettin' brighter,
Oh, it shows mornin's promise.
Look, the sun's comin' up before long.
The streets are so empty,
But soon they'll be fillin'
With the work-a-day, rush-hour throng.
And you stare at the ground,
As you're walkin' along,
Rememb'rin' the holes in your shoes.
The rhythm of footsteps,
Keeps echoin' over,
And over the beat of the blues.
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((You're the last one of the night people,))
Takin' your time, walkin' slow.
((You're the last one of the night people,))
Kickin' a can as you go.

Aw, play it, Kenny.

Instrumental break with vocal stylings.

Countin' the lampposts,
r the cracks in the sidewalk.
Starin' with eyes open wide.
See your reflection,
In the shops that are sleepin',
Oh, you know that reflection inside.
And there's only one car
On the street still in motion.
It's the cops on their mornin' patrol.
See, they pay no attention,
'Cause it's business as usual,
It just takes one glance and they'll know,

((You're the last one of the night people,))
Tryin' to get home before dawn.
((You're the last one of the night people,))
Walkin' and singin' your song.

((You're just walkin' and singin',))
((Singin' and livin', is all.))