Zach Bryan - The Great American Bar Scene

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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
The Great American Bar Scene

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
The Great American Bar Scene

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?
In The Great American Bar Scene

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
In The Great American Bar Scene.