The band played and everyone talked

Through the plain old beer drinker's waltz.



Well, they sweated and swore, and they spit on the floor

Where the cigarette butts were all thrown

They wrote on the wall and hid out from the law

And the whole gang was drunk-drivin' home.



(refrain)



Some little snuff queen who was barely sixteen

Played an out of tune yamaha guitar

Some old boy named wink who brought his own drinks

Had his fiddle stoled out of his car.



(refrain)



The man tendin' bar told the boy on guitar

He was a-drinkin' a little too much

They announced on the mic that they left on the lights

In a dark blue chevrolet truck.



(refrain)



Well, somewhere in the heavens there's a seven-o-seven

And they're a-servin' champagne in first class

Somewhere upstairs a child says its prayers

Oh, but downstairs they're havin' a blast.



(refrain)


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