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March 21, 2002 To Ms. Mae's[written by Scott Frank]For Rick, First Day of Spring © 2002 Scott Frank There's an old bar down in New Orleans Where they keep the Southern ways With drinks so cheap they're almost free And they call this place Ms. Mae's. Off the old tin roofs I still hear the yells Of Jules as he trashed the proofs Of all our personal Hells. And Rick, demanding order Through a chaos deafeningly free He tried to quiet all of us And proclaim his latest anarchy. I'd a love affair back then I was obsessed with Lady Luck And I'd sit close by the slot machines And pull out another buck. Well into night These machines would rape my hunch While the barkeep snuck in vodka In all our rum and punch. I'd give anything to be there now My soul I'd gladly sell For one night at that old beat place S'worth eternity in Hell. So bend your ear down low Just stick it in my face Get on down and catch the flow The last words I leave this place: There's an old bar down in New Orleans Where they keep the Southern ways Of happiness for goodness sake And they call this place Ms. Mae's.
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