The Great American Bar Scene Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
Where the bets are tough and bartenders mean
The great American bar scene
[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 3]
Neon lightin', wooden floors lightly
As her feet quietly slide across
Tough boys have all came and went
She's a Heaven-sent and I'm at a loss

[Chorus]
So if you've got the time, I've got the quarter
And a two-steppin' song called "Hey Porter"
Why's love always feel like a fever dream
In the great American bar scene?

[Verse 4]
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
[Chorus]
Why life's so unfair, uncertain and mean
In the great American bar scene

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