The
bartender will give my eulogy
Raise him up, stand up, pour an old mouth for me
The bouncer in the back's already wearing black When the time comes,
he'll be ready
In lieu of flowers,
tip the cover band Make sure they play a little country,
boy,
can't survive If I don't make it through the night
I'll fly away on a whiskey,
bever washed in the blow up of neon light
I want a beer in hand when it's time to
go See a sawdust roar for my eyes closed
When the good Lord stops this honky-tonk herd I wanna die,
I wanna die in a bar
When
you swing on in them swinging doors Leave that
heartache out on the porch
My
happy hour don't allow no tears So drive up and fill your cups
While I fly away on a whiskey,
bever washed in the blow up of neon light
When it all goes dark I want a beer in hand when it's time to go
See a sawdust roar for my eyes closed When
the good Lord stops this honky-tonk herd
I wanna die in a bar
I wanna die in a bar
See a sawdust roar for my eyes closed When
the good Lord stops this honky-tonk herd