Bar Room Country John Anderson

There's a job in honky tonk on the county line
I go to lose my sanity
Ain't no trouble at all, there's a sign on the wall
No guns, no profanity

And there's sweet Sue with a new tattoo
Wearin' them low cut jeans
Long legged babo is dancin' on the table
Slams like the poker machine

Here comes Billy, comin' down from the hill
Drivin' in a Coupe Deville, we're in bar room country

Bar room country, get in line
Bar room country, leave your troubles behind
Bar room country, come in and get right
Every night's a Saturday night here in bar room country

So if you find yourself out on the town
With a whole lotta nothin' to do
They got a band with a fiddle and a steel guitar
That plays 'til the quarter past two

You can sure get loud in a honky tonk crowd
And nobody seems to care
And if you get lucky you might find somethin'
You can't find anywhere