Bill's Laundromat, Bar and Grill Songtext
Well I was 3 days short of pulling out of Kingsport
Headed down to Houston town
Had my guitar packed in a burlap sack
For exploitin' my country sound
I bypassed Jackson, bypassed Memphis
By the time I got to Arkansas
I'd have sold my car and that black guitar
For anything cool and tall
I pulled up to a neon sign on highway 49
Shut the engine down, took a look around
Then I stepped inside
I asked that bouncer where I was
He said, son yer
At Bill's
Honky tonk pickin, linedance kickin
Razorback stickin, barbarcue chicken
Laundromat Bar & Grill
Well I found o'Bill sittin at the bar
With a pistol and a change machine
He was dolin' out quarters to a waitress named Starr
When I asked him if I could sing
He said, son go ahead if you brought yer guitar
Then he pointed at the backstage door
Said, we don't allow no original material
'less it's been done before
Well I hit the stage like a big mule train
Told the house band to play in sync
I sang the Tennessee Waltz, Kentucky Rain
And the one about the bird in spring
That lead guitar was like a chainsaw
And that fiddle like a power drill
At Bill's
Honky tonk pickin, linedance kickin
Razorback stickin, barbarcue chicken
Laundromat Bar & Grill
Well in the 10 short minutes I was up on stage
Watched a biker punch a cowboys face
And with a perfect view I was witness to
The destruction of the whole dang place
There was long neck stems and white French hems
Flying out of that dark saloon
And that mechanical bull was reduced in full
To the safest place in the room
That punched drunk cowboy showed his wife
That his shirt was soaked with beer
She said, calm down honey, have another light
Cause we can wash yer shirt right here
Then the whole place stopped to thank me
For bookin my show
At Bill's
Honky tonk pickin, linedance kickin
Razorback stickin, barbarcue chicken
Laundromat Bar & Grill
At Bill's
Honky tonk pickin, linedance kickin
Razorback stickin, barbarcue chicken
Laundromat Bar & Grill
Headed down to Houston town
Had my guitar packed in a burlap sack
For exploitin' my country sound
I bypassed Jackson, bypassed Memphis
By the time I got to Arkansas
I'd have sold my car and that black guitar
For anything cool and tall
I pulled up to a neon sign on highway 49
Shut the engine down, took a look around
Then I stepped inside
I asked that bouncer where I was
He said, son yer
At Bill's
Honky tonk pickin, linedance kickin
Razorback stickin, barbarcue chicken
Laundromat Bar & Grill
Well I found o'Bill sittin at the bar
With a pistol and a change machine
He was dolin' out quarters to a waitress named Starr
When I asked him if I could sing
He said, son go ahead if you brought yer guitar
Then he pointed at the backstage door
Said, we don't allow no original material
'less it's been done before
Well I hit the stage like a big mule train
Told the house band to play in sync
I sang the Tennessee Waltz, Kentucky Rain
And the one about the bird in spring
That lead guitar was like a chainsaw
And that fiddle like a power drill
At Bill's
Honky tonk pickin, linedance kickin
Razorback stickin, barbarcue chicken
Laundromat Bar & Grill
Well in the 10 short minutes I was up on stage
Watched a biker punch a cowboys face
And with a perfect view I was witness to
The destruction of the whole dang place
There was long neck stems and white French hems
Flying out of that dark saloon
And that mechanical bull was reduced in full
To the safest place in the room
That punched drunk cowboy showed his wife
That his shirt was soaked with beer
She said, calm down honey, have another light
Cause we can wash yer shirt right here
Then the whole place stopped to thank me
For bookin my show
At Bill's
Honky tonk pickin, linedance kickin
Razorback stickin, barbarcue chicken
Laundromat Bar & Grill
At Bill's
Honky tonk pickin, linedance kickin
Razorback stickin, barbarcue chicken
Laundromat Bar & Grill