Well his name is red and plays the tele Broke it in 20 years ago sittin' in this same bar Same hat same boots same everything Her name's louise but not mandrell She's got 80's hair and fringe all around her skirt And she pours her heart out when she sings - There's a band in the window Down on Broadway where the streets are paved With hopeful expectations Take it Johnny, bring it home The bus is leavin' gotta go One more up-tempo, band in the window Well now jerry's a drummer he lives for the music One shot of Cuervo and he's ready to play Nothin' else matters more No shirt no shoes no job no wife Side walks full of bystanders and tourists Wantin' a taste of the gypsy thing Rockin' to the loud guitars Rebels and Chevy's and neon signs Three nights ago we were downtown I swear I saw a silhouette Shimmerin' in the light Out walkin' after midnight Well she went through the door and nobody else saw her Followed her shadow there by the stage Starin' up at Louise Singin' every word of sweet dreams