Lyrics

I sit in the backroom of the bar
Lungs are filled with smoke, my ears are filled with guitar

Make no mistake this is not the life that I longed for
I think my career is done before I walk through the door

Hey

The time piece on the wall says go on home
Drunks flock to the bar like a dog flocks to a bone

And I don't care what the bartenders say
I'm not gonna pay my tab unless the bar pays me to play

Hey

Baby, when will we
Realize that getting drunk every night
Is just not that cool
Anymore

We drive down to the Rallys
To get chili dog then we
Make love under the stars
In the back of my car