Yessirree - Allison Moorer (埃里森-摩尔)
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 free
It's called the Blue Moon tap room
Yessirree yessirree
Each morning at eight it opens
Its gates for all my buddies and me
And 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
And you know that where you found me
Cause It's called the Blue Moon tap room
Yessirree yessirree
