Please mister stay where you are;
This is my regular place at the bar.
No I'm not married if that's what you think;
I had a husband but now I just drink.

Why did you walk through the door?
Did somebody tell you the girl to look for?
I thought I knew every man in this town;
Why don't you talk nice and buy the next round?

It's Saturday night in Durango;
Tell me your name mi amigo.
Why don't you drink up and follow me home,
Down to the Motel Durango.

My husband looked somethin' like you.
Both of my boys they took after him too.
The oldest don't like me, he won't even speak.
I get to see 'em bout once every week.

Move over closer that's right,
Lean on the bar where the light ain't so bright.
C'mon let's go mister—I'm a good bet:
One divorcee that you'll never forget.

It's Saturday night in Durango;
Tell me your name mi amigo.
Why don't you drink up and follow me home,
Down to the Motel Durango.

Mike Enright, 1984