Lyrics:
ain't the stools around the bar
And I know I saw your hand
When I went out and wrapped my car
Street lamp, around the street lamp
So I wrote you
laugh
Awkward situation from my past
All the times I got fooled
All trauma from high school
That's my secret tool
I'm sitting on a stool
All the times I
heart just so you can break it
And guess who's gonna wind up right back on this stool
Playing those sad songs and playing your fool
Me again, oh yeah
to the line where those bright lights shine
There was ten poor souls like me in that line
I knew I was a victim of someone's evil plan
When a stool
was never gonna find
Myself in that condition again
But here I sit on the same bar stool
And just look at the shape I'm in
I done spotted me another
the drain
Let me lace up this thing ‘fore the dream eats the bar
Let me be your piano stool fool
Oh, bleary eyed wartime vultures
And Delia The Keeper
on the same day
You looked at me and smiled away
I looked left and right and tried to hide from you
But I didn't see a stool was there
I tripped from the stool
of fools on a row of stools is not what's on my mind
But then you see her leaving me it's not what I prefer
So it's either here just drinking beer
my love if you're not too choosy
I'd swim the deep blue swimming pool climb the highest barroom stool
Brave the raging waters of a hot tub or Jacuzzi
hard on a bombshell
It's hard on a bombshell
I used to look cool perched up on a stool
With all the boys flockin' around
But now I'm a sucker for
In a bar in Toledo, across from the depot,
On a bar stool she took off her ring.
I thought I'd get closer
So I walked on over.
I sat down
There's a bar on every corner in this town
A stool you can drown on
Someone to take the morning after out on
If you're looking for some happy hour
But the girl returns my smile.
She reminds me of someone I knew back home.
So I doze. So it goes.
I'm wrinkled on my stool at the rest stop.
When a stool pigeon walked in and says´ There´s your man´
I was framed,framed,I was blamed oh,framed,framed,framed
Well, I never knew nothin' but
on that stool
What's that ya say?
While I guess you're right
It ain't nothin to me
See that man, she belongs to him buddy
Drink up, and leave while you
Baghdad/Space Cog/Analyst
You'll never guess who informed
It was Craig and Steve
The stool pigeons, cha-cha-cha-cha...
Guest informant, guest
history
[Chorus:]
To the casual eye it's a bar stool
But it's really much more than it seems
A few drinks and then
She'll be with him again
As he
chasin' rainbows
Are they back in Oklahoma
Or at a Texas rodeo
Tell me where did all the good ole boys go
Are they sittin' on an old bar stool
else
your fat fingers don't fit the trigger you're too slow to catch a nigger
you're a suburban cop because you're scared of the city
you broke a stool
Pick me up, pick me up, pick me up
Well put me down, down on the sand where it's cool
Put me down, and when I fall off my stool
Put me down, I'll just
Call the police, police, police, po-lice
I'm about to make a hit
Call the police, police, police, po-lice
Heart is about to quit
Jump off ma stool outta
a round he drank it down and then he rocked back on his stool
He said yeah I remember now it was '45 alright
He just returned from the Great War that's
to school
Learn the rules
Don't be no faker
It's not wise for you
To be a foot stool
So enjoy yourself
It's later than you think
Enjoy yourself
Why
just to see you smile
Tell 'em to carve my name in the bar stool, baby
You know I'm gonna be here a while
A single strand of spider's weave
Just
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