Zach Bryan - The Great American Bar Scene
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Zach Bryan - The Great American Bar Scene
I lost my money to some dirty old bookie
Way up in Philly
He was a bad man
But you can’t bet your life on the table
When you’ve got yourself
a bad hand
So I went and got my good friend, Mickey,
And we made ourselves
A bold stand
Wound up bleedin’ on the bar floor
And we don’t bet on ball no more
Where the bets are tough
And bartenders mean
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My brother from Tulsa
Has got himself a warrant
but he’s on the run
Up in Cheyenne
They hemmed me up
and asked me some questions
But I ain’t no damn rat man!
Put cuffs on so tight
He started bleedin’
From his wrist down through
To his right hand
Put “State Trooper” on
The record machine
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Neon lightin’
And wooden floors lightly
As her feet quietly
Slide across
Tough boys have all
Came and went
She’s heaven sent and I’m
At a loss
So if you’ve got the time
I’ve got the quarter
And a two-steppin’ song
Called Heyyy-Porter
Why’s love always feel like a fever dream?
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My heart stays hurtin’
And hands stay workin’
And I’m still just
A sinnin’ man
I’ve tried like hell
To keep my health
Treat others well
And understand
While life’s unfair, uncertain and mean
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