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It's a junked out joint off a backroad A blinkin' window sign with an arrow A gravel lot chalked full of toolbox trucks Makin' their happy hour way home When guys like me lose girls like you That's where we run to They got "Whiskey River" on the jukebox A honky-tonk sawdust dance floor A neon, five o'clock, broke clock And plenty damn many when you want one more This broke heart fool, on an old bar stool Drinkin' beer almost as cold as you A bunch of good time numbers on the stall door A picture of you on the dart board Them cinder block walls ain't ever been cleaned Still ain't as dirty as you done me "Whiskey River" on the jukebox A honky-tonk sawdust dance floor A neon, five o'clock, broke clock And plenty damn many when you want one more This broke heart fool, on an old bar stool Drinkin' beer almost as cold as you When guys like me lose girls like you That's where we run to We got "Whiskey River" on the jukebox A honky-tonk sawdust dance floor A neon, five o'clock, broke clock And plenty damn many when you want one more This broke heart fool, on an old bar stool Drinkin' beer almost as cold as you Cold as you
Well, if go down in history I'll owe it to this misery From all the lies you told to me And this poor old heart you broke Now people, they might walk on by And never even recognize That I'm a legend in disguise Not just your average Joe You'll probably find a picture of me sippin' on my liquor If you look up a world-class fool And I'll say it once again, I'm the best that's ever been At drinkin' doubles up on this stool Well, go on, you can shake my hand Everybody gonna know my name When they hang my star behind the bar At the Honky Tonk Hall of Fame (woo) Now see those bottles in a line And every one's a friend of mine (aw, mine too) And we have us a real good time In spite of all the pain But being famous has a price There's smoke and mirrors and neon lights I'm livin' proof that lonely nights Can drive a man insane You'll probably find a picture of me sippin' on my liquor If you look up a world-class fool And I'll say it once again, I'm the best that's ever been At drinkin' doubles up on this stool Well, go on, you can shake my hand Everybody's gonna know my name When they hang my star behind the bar At the Honky Tonk Hall of Fame Well, you'll probably find a picture of me sippin' on my liquor If you look up a world-class fool And I'll say it once again, I'm the best that's ever been At drinkin' doubles up on this stool Well, go on, you can shake my hand 'Cause everybody's gonna know my name When they hang my star behind the bar At the Honky Tonk Hall of Fame Yeah, they'll hang our stars behind the bar At the Honky Tonk Hall of Fame Aw, yeah Cheers, brother
She's gotta body like a hundred dollar bill Soft as satin, smooth as silk And to top all that, she's got a heart to match I could do a lot worse I know I'd be a damn fool to let her go Shouldn't be a doubt Still here I am Sittin' on a stool, sitting' on the fence Tryin' to play it cool, tryin' to talk some sense Into this crazy heart, lookin' for a sign Do I let her go or do I make her mine While there's still a chance Sittin' on a stool, sittin' on the fence Guess I should probably settle up and head for the door Maybe I'll just stay and have one more To calm my nerves One more can't hurt Truth is I don't know what she sees in me She says, I'm all she'll ever want or need On God's green earth, but one more can't hurt Sittin' on a stool, sitting' on the fence Tryin' to play it cool, tryin' to talk some sense Into this crazy heart, lookin' for a sign Do I let her go or do I make her mine While there's still a chance Sittin' on a stool, sittin' on the fence Do I run to her and tell her she's the one Or do I do just like I've always done Sittin' on a stool, sitting' on the fence Tryin' to play it cool, tryin' to talk some sense Into this crazy, mixed-up heart of mine Do I let her go or do I make her mine While there's still a chance Sittin' on a stool, sittin' on the fence Sittin' on a stool, sittin' on the fence
This old smoke filled bar is something I'm not used to But I gave up my home to see you satisfied And I just called to let you know where I'll be living It's not much but I feel welcome here inside And I've got swinging doors, a jukebox and a bar stool And my new home has a flashing neon sign Stop by and see me any time you want to 'Cause I'm always here at home till closing time I've got everything I need to drive me crazy And I've got everything it takes to lose my mind And in here, the atmosphere's just right for heartaches And thanks to you I'm always here till closing time And I've got swinging doors, a jukebox and a bar stool And my new home has a flashing neon sign Stop by and see me any time you want to 'Cause I'm always here at home till closing time I'm always here at home till closing time
This old smoke filled bar is something I'm not used to But if gave up my home to see you satisfied And I just called to let you know where I'll be living It's not much but I feel welcome here inside And I've got swinging doors a jukebox and a bar stool And my new home has got a flashing neon sign Stop by and see me anytime you want to Cause I'm always here at home till closing time I've got everything I need to drive me crazy I've got everything it takes to lose my mind And in here the atmosphere's just right for heartaches And thanks to you I'm always here till closing time And I've got swinging doors a jukebox and a bar stool And my new home has got a flashing neon sign Stop by and see me anytime you want to Cause I'm always here at home till closing time Yeah, I'm always here at home till closing time
(Shel Silverstein) She arrives in all her splendor Each night at nine o'clock Her chariot is the crosstown bus That stops right down the block Now the old piano minstrel plays her tune as she walks in And the Queen of the Silver Dollar's home again She's the Queen of the Silver Dollar She rules this smokey kingdom Scepter is a wine glass and a bar stool is her throne Now the jesters flock around her tryin' to win her favors To see which one will take the Queen of the Silver Dollar home Now her royal dress is satin It's shabby and it's torn The royal jewels are rhinestones The shoes are scuffed and worn Of the many roads she's been down, And the places that she's seen Well they all look at her and say God save the queen Now the Queen of the Silver Dollar Is not as haughty as she seems She was once an ordinary girl with ordinary dreams But there's a man who found her And he brought her to this world He's the one who made a queen of a simple country girl Yes I'm the Queen of the Silver Dollar I rule this smokey kingdom Scepter is a wine glass and a bar stool is my throne Now the jesters flock around me tryin' to win my favors To see which one will take the Queen of the Silver Dollar home Yes I'm the Queen of the Silver Dollar I rule this smokey kingdom Scepter is a wine glass and a bar stool is my throne Now the jesters flock around me tryin' to win my favors To see which one will take the Queen of the Silver Dollar home
She's been dancing all night long with my man Well I thought about cutting in, aw but I can't 'Cause I'm gonna sit right here And empty this ashtray in her beer I can't wait to see her drinking from that can I'm sitting on Ruby's stool right next to Bill She likes breaking old Bill's heart, she always will A honky tonk girl oughta know better than to break the rules I'm fed up with her and I'm sitting on Ruby's stool Everybody always gives her lots of space No one would ever dare get in her face I ain't never been one to fight But friends, tonight's the night I'm just the one that'll put her in her place I'm sitting on Ruby's stool right next to Bill She likes breaking old Bill's heart, she always will A honky tonk girl oughta know better than to break the rules I don't like her so I'm sitting on Ruby's stool I'm sitting on Ruby's stool right next to Bill She likes breaking old Bill's heart, she always will Honky tonk girl oughta know better than to break the rules I don't like her and I'm sitting here on her stool I don't like her and I'm sitting on her stool She's an old battle-ax to begin with Nobody in this little tavern likes her I don't know why she hangs around here–ah, the boys do I see why they like her, we all know why they like her Ruby
I'm calling to tell you, it's over Yes, darling, you're now free to go You're saying you're sorry you hurt me But you hurt me much more than you know You're asking me where this call comes from Oh, I hope that you won't end up here If your new romance turns out a failure Here's where to find me, my dear I'm just on the blue side of lonesome Right next to the Heartbreak Hotel In a tavern that's known as Three Teardrops On a bar-stool, not doin' so well The floor has a carpet of sorrows But no one can weep in the aisle And they say someone broke the bar mirror With only the ghost of a smile The hands on the clock never alter For things never change in this place There's no present, no past, no future We're the ones who have lost in love's race I'm just on the blue side of lonesome Right next to the Heartbreak Hotel In a tavern that's known as Three Teardrops On a bar-stool, not doin' so well
Long live Patsy Cline, "Strawberry Wine" Fiddles and a steel guitar Long live needle drops in a jukebox In a hole-in-the-wall dive bar Long live late night drives in a short bed Chevy Holdin' that pretty girl close Listenin' to the radio Long live country music Long live longnecks, bar stools, neon Saturday nights Oh, long live country music May that three-chord dirt-road soundtrack to our lives Never die Long live rodeos, dusty boot soles Two-steppin' on a hardwood floor Long live the cover band rollin' in a white van Kickin' off swingin' doors Here's to that teenage kid learnin' B&D songs On an old pawn shop six-string With a head full of honky tonk dreams Long live country music Long live longnecks, bar stools, neon Saturday nights Oh, long live country music May that three-chord dirt-road soundtrack to our lives Oh, never die Here's to the troubadours that tip their hats To the Hanks that came before them May that Grand Ole Opry circle be unbroken Long live country music Long live longnecks, bar stools, neon Saturday nights Oh, long live country music May that three-chord dirt-road soundtrack to our lives Never die (Long live country music) Country music, never die (Long, long live country music)
Longnecks ain't nothin' without rednecks It takes more than the honky tonk to really make them cool And rednecks ain't nothin' without longnecks That's why we all feel ten feet tall sittin' on a stool. Yeah, that's why we all feel ten feet tall sittin' on a stool...
When the water from the weeds has soaked the papers He's been puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground from comin' through And his future feels as empty as the pockets in his pants Because he's never seen a single dream come true That's the way that I've been feelin' since the day I started falling From the bottle to the bottom stool by stool Learnin' hard to live with losin' you
I'm calling to tell you, it's over Yes, darling, you're now free to go You're saying you're sorry you hurt me But you hurt me much more than you know You're asking me where this call comes from Oh, I hope that you won't end up here If your new romance turns out a failure Here's where to find me, my dear I'm just on the blue side of lonesome Right next to the Heartbreak Hotel In a tavern that's known as Three Teardrops On a bar-stool, not doin' so well The floor has a carpet of sorrows But no one can weep in the aisle And they say someone broke the bar mirror With only the ghost of a smile The hands on the clock never alter For things never change in this place There's no present, no past, no future We're the ones who have lost in love's race I'm just on the blue side of lonesome Right next to the Heartbreak Hotel In a tavern that's known as Three Teardrops On a bar-stool, not doin' so well
And if we get too gone We can blame it on the salt sittin' on the rim Blame it on a song, blame it on him For breakin' your heart, bringin' you here To this bar stool and it's all cool 'Cause we've got all night to get it all right And there ain't nothing wrong If we blame it on the salt We've got all the time in the world to fall But one more round 'fore they shut it down So baby, before last call We can blame it on the salt sittin' on the rim Blame it on a song, blame it on him For breakin' your heart, bringin' you here To this bar stool and it's all cool 'Cause we've got all night to get it all right And there ain't nothing wrong If we blame it on the salt Blame it on the salt Blame it on the salt
When the water from the weeds soaked the papers He's been puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground from comin' through And his future feels as empty as the pockets in his pants Because he's never seen a single dream come true Well, that's the way that I've been feelin' since the day I started falling From the bottle to the bottom stool by stool Learnin' hard to live with losin' you
[Chorus] It won't hurt when I fall down from this bar stool And it won't hurt when I stumble in the street It won't hurt 'cause this whiskey eases misery But even whiskey cannot ease your hurting me Today I had another bout with sorrow You know this time I almost won If this bottle would just hold out 'til tomorrow I know that I'd have sorrow on the run [Chorus] It won't hurt when I fall down from this bar stool And it won't hurt when I stumble in the street It won't hurt 'cause this whiskey eases misery But even whiskey cannot ease your hurting me Your memory comes back up with each sunrise I reach out for the bottle and find it's gone Yeah, Lord, somewhere every night the whiskey leaves me To face this cold, cold world on my own [Chorus] It won't hurt when I fall down from this bar stool And it won't hurt when I stumble in the street It won't hurt 'cause this whiskey eases misery But even whiskey cannot ease your hurting me
When the water from the weeds had soaked the papers He'd been puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground from comin' though And his future feels as empty as the pockets in his pants Because he's never seen a single dream come true That's the way that I've been feelin' since the day I started falling From the bottle to the bottom stool by stool Learnin' hard to live with losin' you
Not a whole lot goin' on Small town Friday night Revin' up at a red light On your mark, get set, go Passin' mom and pop restaurants Seein' four trucks parked out front I guess you gotta make your own fun When you're stuck in a place this slow There's only two means of salvation around here That seem to work Whiskey or the Bible A shot glass or revival When you don't seem to run on either side of the fence People act like you don't make sense These big town dreams that I've been chasin' Will never come true if I wind up stayin' And I don't want to fall in the same rut That everybody here seems to be stuck in now Why do I hang around In this church pew or bar stool kinda town I'm like that AM station That never comes in right 'Til you pass the city limit sign That's the only time it all gets clear It's crystal clear that I Just need to find A place where there is no lines Nothin' like it is around here Someplace where it don't feel like This world revolves around Whiskey or the Bible A shot glass or revival When you don't seem to run on either side of the fence People act like you don't make sense These big town dreams that I've been chasin' Will never come true if I wind up stayin' And I don't want to fall in the same rut That everybody here seems to be stuck in now Why do I hang around In this church pew or bar stool kinda town Here it sometimes feels just like This world revolves around Whiskey or the Bible A shot glass or revival When you don't seem to run on either side of the fence People act like you don't make sense These big town dreams that I've been chasin' Will never come true if I wind up stayin' And I don't want to fall in the same rut That everybody here seems to be stuck in now Why do I hang around In this church pew or bar stool kinda town Yeah I need to get out Of this church pew or bar stool kinda town Yeah, yeah
So dang hot you want to sit around naked Ain’t rained one drop, ain’t gonna I reckon Lying old weatherman told me the truth Hot today, tomorrow and the next day too It’s cold beer country 110 in the shade Iced tea won’t cut it And neither will lemonade I need a cold Budweiser on a bar stool And a jukebox by my dear Singing cold beer country 'Cause it’s cold beer country round here I’ve been getting out and getting in it all day long Tonight I’m going out and getting it on Sipping on a long neck working on a buzz 'Cause that's what everybody does Cold beer country 110 in the shade Iced tea won’t cut it And neither will lemonade I need a cold Budweiser on a bar stool And a jukebox by my dear Singing cold beer country 'Cause it’s cold beer country round here Here comes my baby About as hot as she can be We’re gonna pop the cap, gonna knock them back Nothing better for the July heat Than cold beer country 110 in the shade Iced tea won’t cut it And neither will lemonade I need a cold Budweiser on a bar stool And a jukebox by my dear Singing cold beer country 'Cause it’s cold beer country round here Yeah, singing cold beer country It’s cold beer country round here Ah yeah
Still got a stereo stuck in the eighties Still got a hat that's a hit with the ladies I still got a truck that knows its way Back to them good old days Every now and then got a slip on the denim Suck it in, been a minute since you been in 'em Hit an old boot stomp, jukebox honky-tonk Couple bucks, fill it up, sing along Talking old school bar stool Sitting there acting like a darn fool Gotta get a little loose like you used to When you used to shoot you a little Jack And throw it on back I still got a few of my old running buddies (still got a few of my old running buddies) Know how to blow a little smoke and a blow a little money (blow a little smoke and a blow a little money) Still got a buckle that'll hold a shine Might dust off a few old pickup lines Every now and then got a slip on the denim Suck it in, been a minute since you been in 'em Hit an old boot stomp, jukebox honky-tonk Couple bucks, fill it up, sing along Talking old school bar stool Sitting there acting like a darn fool Gotta get a little loose like you used to When you used to shoot you a little Jack And throw it on back Yeah, throw it on back Throw it on back to ya back where you come from Throw it on back, then throw back another one Throw it on back 'til you see that morning sun Son, like you used to see back when you were young Every now and then got a slip on the denim Suck it in, been a minute since you been in 'em Hit an old boot stomp, jukebox honky-tonk Couple bucks, fill it up, sing along I'm Talking old school bar stool Sitting there acting like a darn fool Gotta get a little loose like you used to When you used to shoot you a little Jack And throw it on back Yeah, throw it on back Yeah, throw it on back Throw, throw it on back Yeah, throw it on back
This old smoke filled bar is something I'm not used to, I gave up my home to see you satisfied; I just called to let you know where I'll be living, It's not much but I feel welcome here, inside. I've got swinging doors, a jukebox and a bar stool, My new home has a flashing neon sign; Stop by and see me anytime you want to, 'Cause, I'm always here, at home, 'til closing time.
This old smoke filled bar is something I'm not used to But if gave up my home to see you satisfied And I just called to let you know where I'll be living It's not much but I feel welcome here inside And I've got swinging doors a jukebox and a bar stool And my new home has got a flashing neon sign Stop by and see me anytime you want to Cause I'm always here at home till closing time I've got everything I need to drive me crazy I've got everything it takes to lose my mind And in here the atmosphere's just right for heartaches And thanks to you I'm always here till closing time And I've got swinging doors a jukebox and a bar stool And my new home has got a flashing neon sign Stop by and see me anytime you want to Cause I'm always here at home till closing time Yeah, I'm always here at home till closing time
Well, I'ma sittin' on a bar stool, actin' like a darn fool That's what I'm a-doin' today Sittin' here drinkin' tryna keep 'em thinkin' 'Cause I'm a-boozin' my troubles away Now people, I couldn't make her stay, doggone her anyway She can't say that I didn't try Pour me another one, I'm finished with the other one I'm drinkin' my baby goodbye Every time we disagreed She was always askin' me Are you a man or a mouse?
Well, I'ma sittin' on a bar stool, actin' like a darn fool That's what I'm a-doin' today Sittin' here drinkin' tryna keep 'em thinkin' 'Cause I'm a-boozin' my troubles away Now people, I couldn't make her stay, doggone her anyway She can't say that I didn't try Pour me another one, I'm finished with the other one I'm drinkin' my baby goodbye Every time we disagreed She was always askin' me Are you a man or a mouse?
Mary Ann on the avenue Girl all dressed up in Kensington blue Down where the hammer falls She’s born and bred within Whitetown walls Each and every day slowly passes away From a passing car she hears the music play Beneath the "El" she starts to sway Down in Whitetown down in Whitetown Down in Whitetown Johnny’s trying to make his way He’s got a job, mister it don’t pay He sit's and counts the scars On a stool down the end of a Whitetown bar And the old men here piss their lives away Drinking and joking about Their cop-fighting days Ain’t no answers here, just the past and fear Of spending the rest of your days Down in Whitetown down in Whitetown Down in Whitetown In a dream salvation comes with a beat Or the sound of breaking Glass and running feet The beat that echoes down through the streets Mary Ann dances on down in Whitetown Down in Whitetown whitetown Down in Whitetown down in Whitetown Down in Whitetown
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