My Kinda Place
By Paul Geremia

My kinda place is a backstreet bar
With a low-down piano and a good guitar
Some folks like me who ain't got nothin' to lose
'Cept a little bit of time and a whole lot of blues
You can't scandalize my name

Hard liquor is there, no matter what your pleasure
It's come as you are no matter what the weather
They don't care nothin' 'bout your politics
That's for the real world — this place is for kicks
You can't scandalize my name

It might be in Chicago or old Santa Fe
Might be in St. Louis or Phil-a-del-phi-ay
Might be in Baltimore or old Providence
Don't go lookin' for answers — nothin' makes any sense
You can't scandalize my name

It's a home for the homesick, the saints and the sinners
Temporary shelter for the losers and the winners
It don't matter, which one or the other
When you hear last call whisky is your lover
You can't scandalize my name

INST BRK

It might bring you up and it might bring you down
It's just another stop on life's merry-go-round
You might fall off and you might get hurt
You can try another pony when you shake off the dirt
You can't scandalize my name

INST BRK

Don't bring too much money or your good advice
They like it like it is and it's paradise
You can find someone who will listen to your woes
That'll put you down at the heels or put you up on your toes
You can't scandalize my name

Now don't you criticize the kinda folks who might gather
At my kinda place, 'cause nothin' looks sadder
Than a self-rightous soul who falls off his high horse
And winds up stupified at the watering trough
You can't scandalize my name

You can't scandalize
You can't scandalize
You can't scandalize my name