Beer Drinker's Waltz

(Tom T. Hall)



The band played and everyone talked

To the plain old beer drinker's waltz.



Well, they sweated and swore and they spat on the floor

Where the cigarette's butts were all thrown

They wrote on the wall and hid out from the law

And the whole gang were drunk drivin' home.



The band played and everyone talked

To the plain old beer drinker's waltz.



Some little snot ween who was barely sixteen

Played an out of tune Yamaha guitar

And old boy named Wink that brought his own drinks

Had his fiddles stoled out of his car.



The band played and everyone talked

To the plain old beer drinker's waltz.



--- Instrumental ---



The man tendin' bar told a boy on guitar

He was a drinkin' a little too much

They announced on the mike that they left on the lights

In a dark blue Chevrolet truck.



The band played and everyone talked

To the plain old beer drinker's waltz.



Well, somewhere in the heavens there's the 7-0-7

And they're servin' champagne in first class

Somewhere upstairs a child said its prayer

Over downstairs they're having a blast.



The band played and everyone talked

To the plain old beer drinker's waltz...