Connie's Bar

On a winter's day down in Alachua
Exploring the Florida fields
Bob said to drop down for a meal if we felt like it
We were not too sure if we found the spot
Not a place that we'd usually go, it had blacked out windows and motorbikes outside it
Well we walked inside
There were neon lights and we asked her for a beer
She said what are you doing here and she was smiling

Well they don't wear suits
And they play rough cards
They have old tattoos and faded scars
But you do know where you are
In Connie's Bar

She said that she was a Canada girl
And she told us her Momma was sick
Didn't know if she'd get back before it took her
Well the borders tough
Yeah she'd had enough
The election changed some things
Didn't know if that would mean she had to go home

Well I overheard her speak some words about her old man
Said he used to wear a patch a long way back

Well they don't wear suits
And they play rough cards
They have old tattoos and faded scars
But you do know where you are
In Connie's Bar

I felt safe in that place
I felt wild and free and brave
Well I left that bar singing Amazing Grace

Well they don't wear suits
And they play rough cards
They have old tattoos and faded scars
But you do know where you are
In Connie's Bar