The Great American Bar Scene-Zach Bryan 无损歌曲免费下载

The Great American Bar Scene - Zach Bryan

Lyrics by：Zach Bryan

Produced by：Zach Bryan/Chris Braun

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 got yourself a bad hand

So I went and got my good friend Mickey

And we made ourselves a bold stand

Wound up bleeding on the bar floor

And we don't bet on the ball no more

Where them bets are tough and bartenders mean

In the great American bar scene

My brother from Tulsa has got himself a warrant

But he's on the run up in Cheyenne

They hammered me up and asked me some questions

But I ain't no damn rat man

Put cuffs on so tight that he started bleeding

From his wrist down through to his right hand

Put "State Trooper" up on the record machine

It's the great American bar scene

Neon lightin' wooden floors light leaves

As her feet quietly slide across

Tough boys of 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"

Why does love always feel like a fever dream

In the great American bar scene

My heart stays hurtin' and hands stay workin'

And I'm still just a sinning man

I've tried like hell to keep my health

Treat others well and understand

Why life's so unfair uncertain and mean

In the great American bar scene