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