The Legend of Slim

I was working the bar on a Thursday night, playing the crowd for what it was worth

I played referee to a couple of fights, showed the way to the door to a couple of jerks

The full moon was riding high in the sky and the night was beginning to rock

As I stepped out the back of the bar to get high, I glanced at the hands on the clock

The witching hour was almost here, on the air I could feel a change

Someone called out for another beer, and then things got real strange

The door blew open and a woman burst in, a hush fell over the room

She said she was looking for a man named Slim, he was to be her groom

It's been thirty-some odd years since then, on this very night

The last time that she seen ol' Slim, they had a terrible fight

Slim walked out and got in to his car and as he drove away

Said that he'd be down at the bar, and there'd be hell to pay

She sat home and waited on Slim all night, but he never did return

At the dawn's first early night, she went down to the tavern

The doors had long before been closed, but there sat ol' Slim's car

What happened to him, nobody knows, the night Slim disappeared from the bar

Each and every year since then, on this day every year

The old woman comes back looking for Slim, ever since he disappeared

She slowly glanced around the room, and when she didn't see him

Said he was to be her groom, and she'd be back again