There’s just a little place around the corner
It’s called the watering hole
My credit’s good with the bartender
And there ain’t a soul in the place that I don’t know
It’s got a real sweet soundin’ juke box
And it plays my favorite song

It’s called ‘One More Whiskey and Water’
‘One More Whiskey and Water’
‘One More Whiskey and Water’
I play it all night long

Hey! What are you doin’ there on my bar stool?
Yeah, that’s my change and those are my cigarettes
Aww, take it easy, don’t get excited and stay cool
Besides, you ain’t even heard my favorite song yet
It’s called ‘One More Whiskey and Water’…

Excuse me, what’s your name there in the mirror
Haven’t seen you for so long
Is there anything I can get you dear
Would you like to dance to my favorite song?
It’s called ‘One More Whiskey and Water’…

Talk is cheap
Advice is free
I told you the joke
The joke you’re tellin’ me

All right, all right, all right, I’m goin’
What the hell’d I do with my keys?
By the way, while you’re lockin’ up and closin’
Would you mind if we played that song one more time please?

It’s called ‘One More Whiskey and Water’
‘One More Whiskey and Water’
‘One More Whiskey and Water’
And I’ll be gone…

This is the only song on the album that I didn’t write. It was written by Mike Jordan, a musician from St. Louis who found some success playing in Chicago, first as a folksinger and then as a rocker; he is remembered with great fondness in Chicago, and in the old music scene in St. Charles, where I first heard about him and this song. It was on a cassette, one of the few that were in circulation, and I had to promise to return it after making a copy. I was quite taken by this number, and felt right away that it was the perfect bar song. Just as David Allan Coe has his ‘perfect country-and-western song’ (You Never Even Call Me By My Name), this is the perfect bar song. It has everything a bar song should have: a little place around the corner, a typical bar name, a juke box, a bar tab and knowing everyone in the joint. And that’s just the first verse. The rest is there, too, whiskey and cigarettes, lost loves, and stale jokes. In the last verse, it’s one for the road while he finds his car keys.

Ironically, Mike Jordan was killed late one Saturday night in 1992 on his way home from a gig, by a drunk driver coincidentally named Robert Michael Jordan. It was two days before his 38th birthday; in his last performance on the night of the accident, he made two unusual ‘in case I die’ comments. It’s not the way we want to go, on the way home from a gig. When I learned this song, I put a lot of effort into trying to play and sing it just like he did – I knew that I would be playing it in front of people who had actually known him, and I didn’t want to offend or disappoint. As far as music rights or publishing rights, I really don’t know if there’s anything in existence. At the very least, I’m trying to preserve a great song by a great songwriter.

When I was recording this number, I receive word that an old friend had suddenly died, and I found myself thinking about her when I sang the lines “Excuse me, there, in the mirror… haven’t seen you for so long. Is there anything I can get you, dear? Would you like to dance to my favorite song?” I felt compelled to add the piano coda at the end, inspired by her and in remembrance of her. It’s a G-Em-C-D progression, and wanders into that classic “Stay”…. ‘Won’t you stay just a little bit longer… please, please, please say you will… say you will.’ If I could have said anything to her, that’s what I would have said… ‘Stay; just a little bit longer… say you will.’

Guitar / piano / bass  / vocal   5:17

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Lyrics & Music:  Michael Jordan (Copyright & publisher unknown, public domain)