Sit back
Have a beer
Forget your troubles
Come over here
The pub at the edge
Of town, this town
Take a shot
Slug your lager down
Girls tap their feet
A high old time
Feet move faster
Dance floor prime
Foam sloshes over
Glasses spill
Can you say!.!.!.
Hangover thrill!?
The band plays
Loud, loud, louder
Little man on a fiddle
Short, but stouter
For a bluesy harmonica
The lights begin to dim
And the din quiets
Chance of sound, slim
And the harmonica lilts
And the notes singe their hearts
Raw emotion pours
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