I was doing some sightseeing in this friendly little town
With my camera in my hand and my schedule all in...
Getting shots of all the sights and the people that I meet
When someone grabbed my arm and took me to a bar just up the street.
“Come in my friend and rest a while, and make yourself at home,
Though you might think is different, this bar steams like a throne!
For all those guys and ladies together out this bar
Is their home away from home, I'll be on the start! ”

Chorus:
We call this dark, old.. bar home of the damned
Just a bunch of broken souls,
The outcasts of this land!
Meet Bobby from Newcastle, and Jim from Tennessee,
Susan's here from here from Dallas, I can live in New Orleans.

Their stories are all tragic, and many stay untold
So sit up close and listen as they tell it from their souls.
Bobby watched his best friend die, but still don't understands
Just why .... happened in that far...
Jessie lost his farm and family when the call came from his bank,
Sam here is a happy drunk just listening to all hang.
Lisa lost her husband to car wreck in LA,
She seems to come to back to us, a little more each day.
Bill and Phil and Tony, they just came along,
The reason they've been told they're too old to do their jobs,
They worked hard all the lives and at least deserve respect,
We're opened here for fallen stars and those who will be next.

Chorus: (X2)
We call this dark, old.. bar home of the damned
Just a bunch of broken souls,
The outcasts of this land!
Meet Bobby from Newcastle, and Jim from Tennessee,
Susan's here from here from Dallas, I can live in New Orleans.