Lyrics to I Own This Bar
You say you got them boots in Paris
And you’re cousins with George Jones
Drinkin’s against your religion
But that wine is just an act of when in Rome
You say you’re savin’ yourself for marriage
And your daddy, he’s a movie star
I’m Billy Graham, honey I own this bar
Talkin’ lock, stock and barrel
Hard wood floor under neon lights
Girl, if we ain’t careful
We could go to hell for lyin’
You swear you’ve never been here
Ain’t ever heard no steel guitar
Well, I’m George Strait and honey I own this bar
They say tonight it’s your birthday
You just turned twenty two
You were supposed to be hangin’ with Beyoncé
But she came down with the daggum flu
Said you were born in raised in the city
But you’re a real cowgirl at heart
Well, I’m John Wayne and honey I own this bar
Talkin’ lock, stock and barrel
Hard wood floor under neon lights
Girl, if we ain’t careful
We could go to hell for lyin’
And you swear you’ve never been here
That Maserati out back is your car
Well, I’m Dale Earnhardt and honey I own this bar
We ain’t ever gonna get together
Cause you can’t BS a BS’er
You know it’s only good fun
Ain’t no damage done
We’re just two honky tonk birds of a feather
Now you say you’re so mad
Cause you can’t pay your tab
Somebody stole your credit card
Drinks are on me, I’m Braxton Keith
Honey, I own this bar
You want another one?
And you’re cousins with George Jones
Drinkin’s against your religion
But that wine is just an act of when in Rome
You say you’re savin’ yourself for marriage
And your daddy, he’s a movie star
I’m Billy Graham, honey I own this bar
Talkin’ lock, stock and barrel
Hard wood floor under neon lights
Girl, if we ain’t careful
We could go to hell for lyin’
You swear you’ve never been here
Ain’t ever heard no steel guitar
Well, I’m George Strait and honey I own this bar
They say tonight it’s your birthday
You just turned twenty two
You were supposed to be hangin’ with Beyoncé
But she came down with the daggum flu
Said you were born in raised in the city
But you’re a real cowgirl at heart
Well, I’m John Wayne and honey I own this bar
Talkin’ lock, stock and barrel
Hard wood floor under neon lights
Girl, if we ain’t careful
We could go to hell for lyin’
And you swear you’ve never been here
That Maserati out back is your car
Well, I’m Dale Earnhardt and honey I own this bar
We ain’t ever gonna get together
Cause you can’t BS a BS’er
You know it’s only good fun
Ain’t no damage done
We’re just two honky tonk birds of a feather
Now you say you’re so mad
Cause you can’t pay your tab
Somebody stole your credit card
Drinks are on me, I’m Braxton Keith
Honey, I own this bar
You want another one?
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