It might look like a real rough spot, grab a lot, die a bar on the edge of town.
Full of sinners and losers, red, white, and blue, where up to no good hangs around.
Just do what the sign says and come on in, old
friends.
Yeah, the world could use a a cold beer, and the of a
But a Jesus, and Deere, cash in covered band
lot and little bad, crazy, but it’d be gravy we
a in here, there, a more in here, out there.
And here just of simple folks, left right, or
Strangers.
Where your difference the door, score, the quarter dogs
gators.
up bar stool, first on me, won’t you too long,
See what mean.
Yeah, could and cold hope and of
he tossed a Merle, Jesus, and John throwin’ in covered
Be good less bad, call it’d all be if we
a here, more in there.
Yeah.
get tired of that hateful and be holdin’ it keepin’
This small town mm-hmm,
the world use and a cold beer, on the drag
But he a Jesus, and John throwin’ band
Bucket.
lot more and all be gravy if
Had a in here, out there, little out
got buddy.
we this guy a beer?
put