Bar Room Country

There's a job in honky tonk on the county line

I go to lose my sanity

Ain't no trouble at all, there's a sign on the wall

No guns, no profanity



And there's sweet Sue with a new tattoo

Wearin' them low cut jeans

Long legged babo is dancin' on the table

Slams like the poker machine



Here comes Billy, comin' down from the hill

Drivin' in a Coupe Deville, we're in bar room country



Bar room country, get in line

Bar room country, leave your troubles behind

Bar room country, come in and get right

Every night's a Saturday night here in bar room country



So if you find yourself out on the town

With a whole lotta nothin' to do

They got a band with a fiddle and a steel guitar

That plays 'til the quarter past two



You can sure get loud in a honky tonk crowd

And nobody seems to care

And if you get lucky you might find somethin'

You can't find anywhere



Everyone's invited, family and friends

Y'all get out and come on in the bar room country



Bar room country, get in line

Bar room country, leave your troubles behind

Bar room country, come in and get right

Every night's a Saturday night here in bar room country



Bar room country, come in and get right

God, every night's a Saturday night here in bar room country