There ain¡¯t a whole lot of places
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For people round here to go
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But when the work week¡¯s done
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We¡¯re bound to have some fun
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Down at the watering hole
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Population seven hundred
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Is all this little town can hold
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But Friday night I swear
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They¡¯re all right here
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Hanging at the watering hole
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[Chorus:]
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It ain¡¯t a watering hole for horses
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Or a place where people go to swim
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Though there¡¯s a sign that says no fishin¡¯
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No telling what you might reel in
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Yea a jukebox and a dance floor
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The wings are hot and the beer is cold
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The night is always young when you¡¯re having fun
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Down at the watering hole
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Hey that old bartender I bet he¡¯s seen it all
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He¡¯s seen grown men cry
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And girls gone wild
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And a few good bar room brawls
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Saturday morning at the diner
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There¡¯ll be a few good stories told
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Like who¡¯s the fool
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Who fell off his stool
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Down at the watering hole
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[Repeat Chorus]
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The Watering Hole
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Gord Bamford |