Bar Grille

Well I was three days short of pullin out Kingsport I was headed down to Houston town Had my guitar packed in a burlap sack For es cortin my country sound I bypassed Jackson, bypassed Memphis By the time I got to Arkansas I'da sold my car and that black guitar For anything cool and tall So I pulled up to a neon sign on highway forty-nine Shut the engine down, took a look around and then I stepped inside I asked that bouncer where I was he said son your at Bills Honky tonk pickin, line dance kickin, razor back stickin, barbecue chicken Laundromat bar and grill Well I saw old Bill sittin at the bar With a waitress and change machine He was throwin' out quarters to a waitress names Starr When I asked him if I could sing He said, son go ahead if you brought your guitar Then he pointed to the back stage door He said, we don't like original material Un less its been done be fore Well I hit the stage like a big wheeled train Told the boss man to play in 'C' I played the Tennessee Waltz, Kentucky Rain And the one about the bird that's free That lead guitar was like a chainsaw that fiddle like a power drill at Bill's Honky tonk pickin, line dance kickin, razor back stickin, barbecue chicken Laundromat bar and grill Lead Well in the few short minutes I was up on stage Watched a Biker punch a cowboy's face With a perfect view I was witness to The des truction of the whole damn place It was long necked stems and white fringed hems Flyin out of that dodge saloon And that me chanical bull was a distant pull To the safest place in the room Well that punch-drunk cowboy showed his wife That his shirt was soaked in beer She said, calm down honey have another Lite Cause we can wash the shirt right here Then the whole place stopped to thank me for bookin my show at Bill's Honky tonk pickin, line dance kickin, razor back stickin, barbecue chicken Laundromat bar and grill At Bill's Honky tonk pickin, line dance kickin, razor back stickin, barbecue chicken Laundromat bar and grill