Yessirree Lyrics

	作词 : Moorer, Primm
	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 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

	zuo ci : Moorer, Primm
	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 twobits
	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 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

	zuò cí : Moorer, Primm
	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 twobits
	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 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

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