Missing
Mike Parrish

Verse 1
In a bar just south of Birmingham
Like a shrine, there’s an empty stool
The regulars won’t sit there
It’s an unwritten rule
Cause since he turned up missing
It’s reserved for their friend Blake
The bar flies did what they could do
Took the steps that they could take

Chorus
They put his picture on a twelve pack
On the back of a box of wine
On whiskey bottle labels
The inexpensive kinds
On the mirrors in the bathrooms
Of every Honky Tonk and dive
For the people that might see him
If he’s out there alive

Verse 2
There’s dust and cobwebs on the bar stool
And false sightings now and then
From Beale street up in Memphis
To a cell in the Georgia pin
The truth be known he found the lord
He’s out west preaching in a church
So all the things they did for him
They’re just not going to work

Chorus
Like put his picture on a twelve pack
On the back of a box of wine
On whiskey bottle labels
The inexpensive kind
On the mirrors in the bathrooms
Of every honky tonk and dive
For the people that might see him
If he’s out there alive

Bridge
To the bar folks he’s still missing
To the good lord he’s been found
On Friday nights they tell this tale
As they drink another round

Chorus
We put his picture on a twelve pack
On the back of a box of wine
On whiskey bottle labels
The inexpensive kind
On the mirrors in the bathrooms
Of every honky tonk and dive
For the people that might see him
If he’s out there alive