The Great American Bar Scene Zach Bryan

[Verse 1]
I lost my money to some dirty old bookie
Way up in Philly, he was a bad man
But you can't bet your life on the table
When you've got yourself a bad hand
So I went and got my good friend Mickey
And we made ourselves a bold stand
Wound up bleedin' on the bar floor
And we don't bet on ball no more

[Refrain]
Where the bets are tough and bartenders mean
The great American bar scene

[Verse 2]
My brother from Tulsa has got himself a warrant
But he's on the run up in Cheyenne
They hemmed me up and asked me some questions
But I ain't no damn rat man
Put cuffs on so tight he started bleedin'
From his wrist down through to his right hand

[Refrain]
Put "State Trooper" on the record machine
The great American bar scene