my bar

My Bar

I like to drink in taverns
Where you get beers and a shot
Where the glasses all are dirty
And the women all are hot
Where there’s blood stains on the dance floor
From a brawl the night before
And you know there’ll be some more there
Before they close the doors at four

Line Dancin’ Badonkadonks
or Boot Scootin’ Prima Donnas
Are never on our floor
There’s none of them among us
The good ol’ Texas two step
Is all you’ll find round here
With both dancers smokin’ smokes
and both holding a beer

We’re not a bar for yuppies
We’re a bar your dad would go
We’re a bar with old time music
We’re a bar you all should know
We’re a bar with old time values
We’re a bar with out a name
We’re your bar son, your bar
We’re your bar son, your bar

Umbrella drinks and blue lagoons
They can keep them in the city
For any guy who drinks that stuff
Well…to me…he’s too darn pretty
A shot of Beam, a glass of draft
Waylon on the old juke box
Another shot, a few more beer
And this place really rocks

We don’t serve drinks you can’t pronounce
Or that take too long to pour
We like our music really loud
Hell…that’s what country’s for
You don’t come here to sit and talk
You come to have a party
So, barkeep…one more time around
And lets start drinking hearty