Allison Moorer Yessirree Lyrics:
I know a magical place to get a taste of a little
heaven on earth It's just a watering hole but many
a soul go there to quench their thirst When my
whistle's dry there's nowhere that I can think of
I'd rather be It's called the blue moon tap room,
yessirree, yessirree It has thirty cent draws and
that's because they only cost Tony two-bits See
it's Tony's joint and he makes it a point to let
every poor bum get lit He's a drunk's patron saint
and he won't hesitate to fix you some supper for
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free It's called the blue moon tap room,
yessirree, yessirree Each morning at eight it
opens it's gates for all my buddies and me With
our foots on the rail and our buckets of ale we
tell stories no one believes We spit and we cuss
at the lives that left us then toast to our
freedom with glee It's called the blue moon tap
room, yessirree, yessirree I sit tight each night
til they turn up the lights empty my last one and
leave Then squint my eyes at the dawn in the sky
as people walk by on the street God only knows
where it is they go but there's only one place for
me It's called the blue moon tap room, yessirree,
yessirree
Lyrics: Yessirree, Allison Moorer [end]