I’ll sing you song, you’ll know the words
About blue jeans and trucks and old dirt roads
It’s got whiskey and late nights, and all of your friends
Real long work weeks drive you over the edge
So pour another round
The jukebox is primed up in old China town
Let’s drink to the memories we wish we’d forget
We got two more hours until the bar is closing
So shine up your boots and jump on in
To my pickup with a beer in your hand
And we’ll roll down the windows, screaming out loud
Park in some field and put the end gate down
And pour another round
The jukebox is primed up in old China town
Let’s drink to the memories we wish we’d forget
We got one more hour until the bar is closing
The bar is closing
There ain’t nothing new it’s all been done before
From farming and fishing and the stars above
Hardships and lovers and things you’ll regret
The clock is a tickin’ and the good times don’t end
So pour one last round
The jukebox is dying in old China town
Let’s drink to the memories we wish we’d forget
It’s last call in Grandview and the bar is closing
The bar is closing

INVIA LE CORREZIONI