Old Wolf - Ray Wylie Hubbard

A funky old cat’s just tryin' to make a living

Singin' the blues in a dead-end bar

A few was listening, most was a-talkin'

There ain’t a lot of action 'round the tip jar

The bartender is an old Navy vet

He says the V.A.

ain’t worth a goddamn

The waitress’s name is Maggie but they call her Black Betty

Bam-ba-lam, bam-ba-lam

Bikers wearing colors got outstanding warrants

Are in a dark corner sellin' trucker speed

At the back door which ain’t ever been opened

A criminal is dealing weed

Ah-ooh

The wolf is howling at the door

Ah-ooh

The old wolf really wants some more

Now two old men in torn tank-tops

Are dancing to a Jimmy groove

Fallen from grace and long forgotten

Showing no remorse for the teardrop tattoos

A blond divorcée drinking Pabst Blue Ribbon

Dresses as if she was Mamie van Doren

Wants you to know that she’s got some standards

She’ll take little gifts but she ain’t whoring

Ah-ooh

The wolf is howling at the door

Ah-ooh

The old wolf really wants some more

Ah-ooh

The wolf is howling at the door

Ah-ooh

The old wolf really wants some more