I got lost on my way home from Tijuana
I didn't think highway five went that far
But I had to stop someplace to get directions
And I guess that's how I wound up in this bar

Now I'm stuck in this bar
'Cause I can't find my car
I'm wishing on a star like a fool
I need a dime for the phone
I wish I was home
The lonesome night can be so cruel

Well, I lost all my paycheck playing eight ball
Foxy waitress made a rail shot one time
I bet her that she couldn't do it again
And that's when I lost my last dime

Now I'm stuck in this bar
'Cause I can't find my car
I'm wishing on a star like a fool
I need a dime for the phone
God, I wish I was home
The lonesome night can be so cruel

This reminds me of the time
We were drinkin' some Red Mountain wine
In the back of a Volkswagen Bus
And I wound up in Jail
With no one to go my bail
But at least, I knew where I was