The band played and everyone talked
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Through the plain old Beer Drinker's Waltz.
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Well, they sweated and swore, and they spit on the floor
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Where the cigarette butts were all thrown
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They wrote on the wall and hid out from the law
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And the whole gang was drunk-drivin' home.
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(Refrain)
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Some little snuff queen who was barely sixteen
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Played an out of tune Yamaha guitar
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Some old boy named Wink who brought his own drinks
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Had his fiddle stoled out of his car.
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(Refrain)
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The man tendin' bar told the boy on guitar
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He was a-drinkin' a little too much
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They announced on the mic that they left on the lights
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In a dark blue Chevrolet truck.
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(Refrain)
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Well, somewhere in the heavens there's a seven-o-seven
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And they're a-servin' champagne in first class
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Somewhere upstairs a child says its prayers
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Oh, but downstairs they're havin' a blast.
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(Refrain)
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Beer Drinker's Waltz
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| Tom T. Hall |
