Allison Moorer - Yessirree Lyrics
I know a magical place to get a taste of a little heaven on earthIt's just a watering hole but many a soul go there to quench their thirstWhen my whistle's dry there's nowhere that I can think of I'd rather beIt's called the blue moon tap room, yessirree, yessirreeIt has thirty cent draws and that's because they only cost Tony two-bitsSee it's Tony's joint and he makes it a point to let every poor bum get litHe's a drunk's patron saint and he won't hesitate to fix you some supper for freeIt's called the blue moon tap room, yessirree, yessirreeEach morning at eight it opens it's gates for all my buddies and meWith our foots on the rail and our buckets of ale we tell stories no one believesWe spit and we cuss at the lives that left us then toast to our freedom with gleeIt's called the blue moon tap room, yessirree, yessirreeI sit tight each night til they turn up the lights empty my last one and leaveThen squint my eyes at the dawn in the sky as people walk by on the streetGod only knows where it is they go but there's only one place for meIt's called the blue moon tap room, yessirree, yessirree
