Half a beer left, and half of it gone Still more to drink, still more moving on Someday I'll right the rest of my wrongs Until that day I'll write these same old songs I just sat down with a beer in my hand Arrived that afternoon I'd come to find a new lease on life If this town could spare the room Wasn't much that I'd left behind Just scars of a hollow past My beer became eclipsed By the shadow of a hat It belonged to a curious type of man That no one seemed to care He ignored the room As he walked up to my chair With half a beer left, and half of it gone Still more to drink, still more moving on Someday I'll right the rest of my wrongs Until that day I'll write the same old songs I couldn't find a pistol bulge or a knife strapped to his boot Couldn't see his teeth behind the mustache that he grew He took a seat across from me, kicked his boots up on a stool Didn't tip his hat or extend a hand while I tried to keep my cool He said, "I've come from tomorrow, son And I've gotten here this far Someday I'll find me yesterday But right now I've got this bar" With half a beer left, half of it gone Still more to drink, more moving on Someday I'll right the rest of my wrongs Until that day I'll write these same old songs He didn't offer a history No need to waste the breath Life limped on inside that man As he courted a dance with death He said, "The older you get The less chance that you'll ever have To cut the chains of doubt So fill up your glass, son, 'cause mine's done run out" Half a beer left, and half of it gone Still more to drink, still more moving on Tomorrow I'll write the rest of these songs Yesterday's forever gone