Sour Little Storm

Lyrics

[Verse 1] He shuffles in wearing Hey Dudes, gray pants pulled high A plain white shirt too small, sleeves biting his sides Bud Light in his fist before the afternoon’s through He spits at the curb like he’s got nothing to lose [Pre-Chorus] He works his tongue across his teeth Like he’s got one more bad thing to say The room goes quiet when he leans in The women turn and walk away [Chorus] Hey, old man, take your sour little storm outside You’ve had your fill, you’ve had your say, you’ve had your ride You call it charm, but nobody’s laughing along You’re a bad joke dragging its feet through another song [Verse 2] He’s loud by the jukebox, red-eyed and mean Picks at every woman like he’s owed the scene One more cheap beer, one more spit on the floor One more time they all head for the door [Pre-Chorus] He works his tongue across his teeth And scans the room for someone to blame The grin slips off when no one answers He gets mad and does it again [Chorus] Hey, old man, take your sour little storm outside You’ve had your fill, you’ve had your say, you’ve had your ride You call it charm, but nobody’s laughing along You’re a bad joke dragging its feet through another song [Bridge] That shirt’s still losing every fight Those gray pants never saw a wash He thinks the whole world owes him smiles The whole room counts the minutes till he’s gone [Final Chorus] Hey, old man, take your sour little storm outside No one owes you one more chance, no one owes you time You call it charm, but nobody’s laughing along Just a small shirt, a warm beer, and the same old wrong [Outro] Hey Dudes scraping down the hall White shirt stretched, last call