Smokey Bar
Cutting through the smoke of New Minnesota
Fats is chalking up his day
Nine ball in the corner pocket
Twenty dollars gone
Two bubbles standing toe to toe
About to get it on
That'll make you want to drink
Say what the heck
Turn up a cold
One
Throw down your paycheck
A room full of good times
Laughter and pain
That'll make you want to drink
That'll make you want to drink
Country boy
Out there on the dance floor
With mud on his boots
He brought straight from
The farm
Old man
Old chains around his neck
And a pretty young thing
Hanging on his arm
He's got a couple of them
Little blue pills
She ain't gonna
But for drinks all night
She'll make them think she will
That'll make you want to drink



Say what the heck
Turn up a cold one
Throw down your paycheck
A room full of good times
Laughter and pain
That'll make you want to drink
The reason I came in here
Is I screwed up
real bad and she's made it mighty clear she ain't never coming back that'll make you want to drink
say what the heck turn up a cold one throw down your paycheck
a room full of good times laughter and pain
that'll make you want to drink
that'll make you want to drink
that'll make you want to drink
that'll make you want to drink