Women At The Bar
By: Wayne Brown
Build it and they will come
Must have been what the owner heard
When he put up this bar with neon lights
Sawdust dance floor; brass bar rails
My kinda joint with women at the bar
And come they did
With their big hair twisted and teased
Wearing their pretty faces and cloth finery
They come to dance, to drink and laugh
To tease the men
Then go home alone
The women at the bar
Mostly they run in packs
Like wolves
Like cattle on the trail
It’s might hard to cut a doggie
Most often, we men fail
To make it with the women at the bar
They dance around the floor
Twirling on some Cowboys arm
When they go by, look you in the eye
You wonder if they really see you
Or are they just playing with your mind?
Only they know, the women at the bar
There’s nothing they like better than to dance
Maybe a free drink or two
If you are lucky they might spend the time
And just talk a bit with you
Actually, they never really talk
It’s always an interview with women at the bar
Sometimes they fall in love here
But that is really rare
You see they check their feelings at the door
No time for those in here
Only dancing and good times
That why they came; If you need fall in love
Get lost! say the women at the bar
A few find love somewhere
And then they come no more
Until one day it all falls apart
And look who just walked in the door
I think I love her, the woman at the bar
It’s like a never-ending video
Playing over and over again
The same old songs
The same old faces
Every Saturday night
The women at the bar
They’ll dance with you all night
And drink your drinks for free
They’ll pull you close on the dance floor
Make you think you’re special yet
Then the time comes for last call
They tip ‘em up and leave
But you’ll be here next Saturday night
To see the women at the bar.
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