Theres a place on fig-a-row-a street

Where you can always go

Smiling faces you might meet

All hail the sportsmans bar

Whoa all hail the sportsmans bar

The trophies on the mantal are coverd in dust

& the preztels are from 1982

The soda from the bar taste just like rust no body cares

All hail the sportsmans bar

Whoa all hail the sportsmans bar

Theres Mike Queen he's fallin to his knees

he's mumblin bout the state street rock 'n roll

They took away the boots

& Unless they take the roots

We will see you again in tomorrow-oh, uh o-oh

Whoa all hail the sportsmans bar

Say a pray for friends who've passed away

Say a pray for the lookers & the losers

& to all you bastards that look at uptown

We will see you on Thanksgivings at the sportsmans bar

whoa all hail the sportsmans bar

Mans are mean when he's passed the ribbon king

Uh-oh, he's lookin for a fight

He'll punch you in the face

But its your kinda place

We'll see you again in tomorrow-oh

Everybodys drunk whoa all hail the sportsmans bar

Everybodys drunk Everybodys drunk whoa all hail the sportsmans bar