There’s a place down the street

Where my friends congregate
And when we sit on those bar stools
We’re not alone
10 am the lights are on
Beer’s cold, the whiskey’s strong
And we’re drowning those memories
One by one

You can meet me at the idle hour
Where the juke box plays all those country songs
If you’re tryin’ to hang on

To a love that’s dead and gone
With too many reasons not to go back home

The neon lights are bright
Even tho it’s past midnight
And the band’s packed up and moved on
Stare at the clock on the wall
Bartender says last call
And I start missin’ her most of all

So, you can meet me at the idle hour
Where the juke box plays all those country songs
So if you’re tryin’ to hang on
To a love that’s dead and gone
With too many reasons not to go back home
Too many reasons not to go back home

Amazing grace how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like meI once was lost but now
I’m foundI was blind but now I see

Amazing grace how sweet the soundThat saved a wretch like meI once was lost but now I’m foundI was blind but now I see

I’ve lived in the lonely city
I crawled out from the lonely city, singin’...


Now I’m back in my hometown county
Doin’ jack in my hometown county, singin’...


I can’t make no God damn money
I just can’t make no money, singin’...


I travel to the busy city,
I crawl out to the busy city, singin’...


There I’m gonna make me some money,
People there gonna give me some money, while they’re singin’...


Got a song for the busy city,
I wrote a song for the busy city,
But will they ever stop and listen...? Please stop and listen...