Song | Yessirree |
Artist | Allison Moorer |
Album | Miss Fortune |
作词 : Moorer, Primm | |
I know a magical place to get a taste of a little heaven on earth | |
It's just a watering hole but many a soul go there to quench their thirst | |
When my whistle's dry there's nowhere that | |
I can think of | |
I'd rather be | |
It's called the blue moon tap room, yessirree, yessirree | |
It has thirty cent draws and that's because they only cost | |
Tony two-bits | |
See it's Tony's joint and he makes it a point to let every poor bum get lit | |
He's a drunk's patron saint and he won't hesitate to fix you some supper for free | |
It's called the blue moon tap room, yessirree, yessirree | |
Each morning at eight it opens it's gates for all my buddies and me | |
With our foots on the rail and our buckets of ale we tell stories no one believes | |
We spit and we cuss at the lives that left us then toast to our freedom with glee | |
It's called the blue moon tap room, yessirree, yessirree | |
I sit tight each night til they turn up the lights empty my last one and leave | |
Then squint my eyes at the dawn in the sky as people walk by on the street | |
God only knows where it is they go but there's only one place for me | |
It's called the blue moon tap room, yessirree, yessirree |
zuò cí : Moorer, Primm | |
I know a magical place to get a taste of a little heaven on earth | |
It' s just a watering hole but many a soul go there to quench their thirst | |
When my whistle' s dry there' s nowhere that | |
I can think of | |
I' d rather be | |
It' s called the blue moon tap room, yessirree, yessirree | |
It has thirty cent draws and that' s because they only cost | |
Tony twobits | |
See it' s Tony' s joint and he makes it a point to let every poor bum get lit | |
He' s a drunk' s patron saint and he won' t hesitate to fix you some supper for free | |
It' s called the blue moon tap room, yessirree, yessirree | |
Each morning at eight it opens it' s gates for all my buddies and me | |
With our foots on the rail and our buckets of ale we tell stories no one believes | |
We spit and we cuss at the lives that left us then toast to our freedom with glee | |
It' s called the blue moon tap room, yessirree, yessirree | |
I sit tight each night til they turn up the lights empty my last one and leave | |
Then squint my eyes at the dawn in the sky as people walk by on the street | |
God only knows where it is they go but there' s only one place for me | |
It' s called the blue moon tap room, yessirree, yessirree |