Bourbon on MacDougal

[Intro]
[Verse]
The ice is thin, the bourbon’s sour
In this quiet, blue-black hour
Rain is weeping on the glass
Watching all the ghosts pass
The upright bass begins to moan
In a basement all its own
[Verse]
I find a scrap of paper thin
Where the memories begin
Tucked away inside my hem
A dusty, paper-petaled gem
Just a date and just a seat
On a one-way, narrow street
[Pre-Chorus]
The piano’s muted, soft and grey
Like the words I didn't say
The brushes shuffle on the drum
Waiting for the dawn to come
[Chorus]
Oh, that F minor swing
Such a short and sweet thing
You were blowing tenor gold
Before the spring began to fold
Now the ticket’s just a ghost
To the man I miss the most
[Scat Solo]
(8-bar ad-lib: lazy, behind-the-beat phrasing)
[Verse]
The smoke is curling toward the door
Like it’s been here once before
You had a way of leaning back
On a melody of black
With a reed that tasted sweet
And a rhythm in your feet
[Bridge]
The Village knows the way it ends
With broken hearts and heavy bends
You packed your case and caught the bus
Without a word of what was ‘us’
Just a breathy, final trill
That haunts the MacDougal hill
[Chorus]
Yeah, that F minor swing
Was a short and sweet thing
You were blowing tenor gold
Before the spring began to fold
Now the ticket’s just a ghost
To the man I miss the most
[Scat Solo]
(8-bar ad-lib: soft, breathy vocal improvisation)
[Post-Chorus]
April’s gone, the rain is cold
Story’s done and story’s told
Just a stub within my hand
From a one-man traveling band
[Hook]
One-way street
Bitter sweet
F minor swing
Short, sweet thing
[Outro]