A Forge, A Waitress, and a Jukebox Song

A simple love story of sorts. Sorry, no tales of dementia or dystopian horror shows this time around. Maybe next time. smile

Anyone know what "The bar was crowded..." section should be called? We're calling it a "pre-chorus," but it shows up between verses, too, so...curious minds want to know.

THANK YOU in advance for taking the time to listen and comment!

R.W. Davis: Lyrics
Me: Music, arrangement, mix, master, vocals, harmonies, BGVs, guitar break
AI: None. Only great apes. Your call on taxonomy...

****** Song Summary *************
File:A Forge A Waitress and a Jukebox Song.SGU
Key=C , Tempo 125, Length (m:s)=3:12
Style is _RIBBON.STY (Ribbon Soft Country Piano)
RealTracks in style: 1253:Bass, Electric, PopShiningHeld Ev 120
RealTracks in style: 2046:Piano, Acoustic, Solo-Accompaniment CountryPopJohn Ev 120
RealTracks in style: 3718:Guitar, Baritone Acoustic, Rhythm Americana8ths Ev 120
RealTracks in style: 2541:Pedal Steel, Background ModernPopCountry Ev 110
RealDrums in style:Americana16GroovinBrushFred^1-a,b:Brushes,Toms
Guitar: Fernandes 50s Stratocaster clone, Spider V30 amp, Brit Plexi 45 preset

A Forge, A Waitress, and A Jukebox Song

He put his tools into the box
Looked at the wall with all the clocks
Threw his hardhat behind the seat
Then went to get something to eat

The bar was crowded
And the music was loud
And they were all getting rowdy

She put some ice into the glass
And then pretends she has some class
The worry lines upon her face
She wants to get out of this place

The bar was crowded
And the music was loud
And they were all getting rowdy

And the song on the jukebox was something about a guy
Who couldn’t get a girl
But the words got lost in the echoing conversations
And the weight of the world
You could hear the glasses on the table
And the forks on the plate
But like the Tower of Babel
You couldn’t hear it straight
And someone shouted “last call”
But it was just too late

The callouses on both his hands
Slid through his hair and all the strands
Then stopping at a painful spot
He closed his eyes and cursed a lot

The bar was crowded
And the music was loud
And they were all getting rowdy

She brought him something on a plate
He said “sorry, but I just ate”
She blushed and cried, then turned to go
He said “please stay, my name is Joe”

The bar was crowded
And the music was loud
And they were all getting rowdy
And the song on the jukebox was something about a guy
Who couldn’t get a girl
But the words got lost in the echoing conversations
And the weight of the world
You could hear the glasses on the table
And the forks on the plate
But like the Tower of Babel
You couldn’t hear it straight
And someone shouted “last call”
But it was just too late

It was just too late...

Last edited by DC Ron; 10/26/25 03:10 PM.
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