Whiskey In The Jar

I down an Irish Coffee all too soon

Kicking back on a Sunday afternoon

In the Maldron Hotel, across the street

Where a San Franciscan couple I happen to meet.

Cruising through their Golden Years

They tell me of their travels & I’m all ears

Ireland isn’t like what they have seen

In Hollywood, on the silver screen.

Exit the couple, I sit back & sigh

Quietly watching the world go by

One thing’s for sure, there is whiskey in the jar

And the bar’s across the road, I don’t have to go far.