Story Behind the Song
This song doesn't refer to Jack Daniels as many think, but another Jack who is well-known for his beat poetry. This was conceived in a bar in San Francisco that Jack Kerouac frequented, and is a play by play account of a relationship coming undone.
Lyrics
Sitting in a Bar with Jack
Sitting in a Bar with Jack, thinking back to who and what had happened here
A song by Bob Marley plays while she serves beer by the cold glass
Waiting for some people, I don't even know, I don't even care if they arrive
She's serving very promptly, I hand her an empty glass
He's talking about his home far far far away, I'm farther than him, but
Not thinking of a home, a song by the Meters says exactly what I want to hear
What if I can't find my keys, my car is left deserted somewhere back East
My suitcase in my room, waiting impatiently with my wife
I'm not going back, back is going backwards
Trade me for a place setting of our wedding china, I've got no use for board games, real games are no finer
A song I wrote is playing on the radio, I can't enjoy it
Don't take me away and don't take me back, the tequila in my mouth holds the clarity that I lack
A dark shot of espresso has the strength I need to walk away
One I'll leave the furniture, the toaster's two, a gift to you the juice maker you wanted though you never made me juice,
Enjoy number three the sport utility and the matching bikes and bike rack
My photos and my pillow put them to the curb,
I don't care my favorite t-shirts I won't wear
Just give me my CD's
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Major Healy
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