The Chair-- by George Strait

Well excuse me, but I think you've got my chair.
No, that one's not taken,
I don't mind, if you sit here.
I'll be glad to share.

Yeah, it's usually packed here on Friday nights.
Oh if you don't mind,
Could I talk you out of a light?

Well thank you,
Could I drink you a buy?
Oh listen to me.
What I mean is can I buy you a drink,
Anything you please.

Oh, you're welcome,
Well I don't think I caught your name.
Are you waiting for someone to meet you here,
Well, that makes two of us.
Glad you came.

No I don't know the name of the band,
But they're good,
Aren't they, would you like to dance?

Yeah, I like this song too,
It reminds me of you and me,
Baby, do you think there's a chance,
That later on,
I could drive you home?
No, I don't mind at all.

Oh, I like you too,
And to tell you the truth,
That wasn't my chair after all.

Oh, I like you too,
And to tell you the truth,
That wasn't my chair after all.