Beer Drinkers Waltz

<br>The band played and everyone talked<br><br>Through the plain old beer drinkers waltz.<br><br><br><br>Well, they sweated and swore, and they spit on the floor<br><br>Where the cigarette butts were all thrown<br><br>They wrote on the wall and hid out from the law<br><br>And the whole gang was drunk-drivin home.<br><br><br><br>(refrain)<br><br><br><br>Some little snuff queen who was barely sixteen<br><br>Played an out of tune yamaha guitar<br><br>Some old boy named wink who brought his own drinks<br><br>Had his fiddle stoled out of his car.<br><br><br><br>(refrain)<br><br><br><br>The man tendin bar told the boy on guitar<br><br>He was a-drinkin a little too much<br><br>They announced on the mic that they left on the lights<br><br>In a dark blue chevrolet truck.<br><br><br><br>(refrain)<br><br><br><br>Well, somewhere in the heavens theres a seven-o-seven<br><br>And theyre a-servin champagne in first class<br><br>Somewhere upstairs a child says its prayers<br><br>Oh, but downstairs theyre havin a blast.<br><br><br><br>(refrain)