we got old time bars still standing on downtown city streets old ladies serving drinks inside with no color in their cheeks listening to a haggard song you can put your old blue collar on old milwaukee on christmas eve it s hard to believe street girls hop from foot to foot trying to keep warm trying to pay down a few bills before the next big storm on a corner trembling in the wind amazed at the mess they re in wipin their noses on their sleeve it s hard to believe i swore i d leave the day they knocked that old smokestack down but there s a guy i need to talk to before i quit this town drivin past the prison yard still got my old teamsters card still waitin on my reprieve it s hard to believe when i looked into her smiling eyes i saw dreams so fine like the spirit of chicago on a lonesome old railroad line i would have gone with her that day i just watched her as she drove away i guess one of us had to leave it s hard to believe here comes another blown up kid from over there making the whole world safe for the millionaires the same old swindle hides behind a fresh new coat of lies it s no time to be naive it s hard to believe we got old time bars still standing on downtown city streets old ladies serving drinks inside with no color in their cheeks listening to a haggard song you can put your old blue collar on it s another new years eve it s hard to believe