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The room is full of smoke
Coming out of hundreds of lips
Waitresses, bikers
Gamblers and hookers
The dim light shines on Jack'
Old rusty guitar stands lonely
The piano covered with dust
Squeaking sound of the ceiling fan
Tales of a traveling man'

A young guy flirting with the bartender
He orders for round second, third and fourth
Shots of whisky she accepts
His eyes fixed on her breast
An old veteran smokes his cigar
The bartender winks at him too
She approaches near the veteran
Pours him a drink and whispers
The young gun has no clue
Squeaking sound of the ceiling fan
Tales of a traveling man'

The smoke from the astray
Creating illusions as it goes up
I try and follow its path