Karaoké The Great American Bar Scene Zach Bryan

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

Where the bets are tough and bartenders mean

The Great American

Bar Scene

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

Put State Trooper on the record machine

The Great American

Bar Scene

Neon lightin' and wooden floors lightly as her feet quietly slide across

Tough boys have all came and went

She's 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's love always feel like a fever dream in The Great American

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My heart stays hurtin' and hands stay workin' and I'm still just a sinnin' man

I've tried like hell to keep my health

Treat others well and understand

While life's unfair uncertain and mean in The Great American

Bar Scene