Song | Bar Room Country |
Artist | John Anderson |
Album | Bigger Hands |
作曲 : Anderson, Sledge, Webb | |
There's a job in honky tonk on the county line | |
I go to lose my sanity | |
Ain't no trouble at all, there's a sign on the wall | |
No guns, no profanity | |
And there's sweet | |
Sue with a new tattoo | |
Wearin' them low cut jeans | |
Long legged babo is dancin' on the table | |
Slams like the poker machine | |
Here comes | |
Billy, comin' down from the hill | |
Drivin' in a | |
Coupe Deville, we're in bar room country | |
Bar room country, get in line | |
Bar room country, leave your troubles behind | |
Bar room country, come in and get right | |
Every night's a | |
Saturday night here in bar room country | |
So if you find yourself out on the town | |
With a whole lotta nothin' to do | |
They got a band with a fiddle and a steel guitar | |
That plays 'til the quarter past two | |
You can sure get loud in a honky tonk crowd | |
And nobody seems to care | |
And if you get lucky you might find somethin' | |
You can't find anywhere | |
Everyone's invited, family and friends | |
Y'all get out and come on in the bar room country | |
Bar room country, get in line | |
Bar room country, leave your troubles behind | |
Bar room country, come in and get right | |
Every night's a | |
Saturday night here in bar room country | |
Bar room country, come in and get right | |
God, every night's a | |
Saturday night here in bar room country |
zuò qǔ : Anderson, Sledge, Webb | |
There' s a job in honky tonk on the county line | |
I go to lose my sanity | |
Ain' t no trouble at all, there' s a sign on the wall | |
No guns, no profanity | |
And there' s sweet | |
Sue with a new tattoo | |
Wearin' them low cut jeans | |
Long legged babo is dancin' on the table | |
Slams like the poker machine | |
Here comes | |
Billy, comin' down from the hill | |
Drivin' in a | |
Coupe Deville, we' re in bar room country | |
Bar room country, get in line | |
Bar room country, leave your troubles behind | |
Bar room country, come in and get right | |
Every night' s a | |
Saturday night here in bar room country | |
So if you find yourself out on the town | |
With a whole lotta nothin' to do | |
They got a band with a fiddle and a steel guitar | |
That plays ' til the quarter past two | |
You can sure get loud in a honky tonk crowd | |
And nobody seems to care | |
And if you get lucky you might find somethin' | |
You can' t find anywhere | |
Everyone' s invited, family and friends | |
Y' all get out and come on in the bar room country | |
Bar room country, get in line | |
Bar room country, leave your troubles behind | |
Bar room country, come in and get right | |
Every night' s a | |
Saturday night here in bar room country | |
Bar room country, come in and get right | |
God, every night' s a | |
Saturday night here in bar room country |