Lyrics

[Introduction (Speaking)] I, um, I released a record this year, it's called "The Great American Bar Scene" And this a song I wrote called "The Great American Bar Scene" [Verse] 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 [Speaking] Go birds! [Refrain] Where thе bets are tough and bartendеrs mean The great Philadelphian 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 Put cuffs on so tight he started bleedin' From his wrist down through to his right hand [Refrain] Put "State Trooper" up on the record machine It's the great Philadelphian 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 So if you've got the time, I've got the quarter And a two-steppin' song called "Hey Porter" [Refrain] Why does love always feel like a fever dream In the great Pennsylvanian bar scene? [Verse 4] My heart stays hurtin' and hands stay workin' And me, I'm just a sinnin' man I've tried like hell to keep my health Treat others well and understand [Refrain] Why life's unfair, uncertain and mean In the great Philadelphian bar scene