(Bobby Braddock - Curly Putman - Jim Ed Brown)
He walked in while we sat there talking
An old friend she'd known a long time
I asked him to sit down and join us
'Cause any friend of hers is a friend of mine.
The drinks were on him
His eyes were on her
And the last laugh
Was on me.
--- Instrumental ---
After each dance they sat closer
And acted as though I wasn't there
And soon she was callin' him baby
I've heard him whisper can I meet you somewhere.
His hand was on hers
Her eyes were on his
And the last laugh
Was on me...