Elvie Shane and Little Big Town - First Place

A little less ice in the glass, bartender
Leave some more room for the old number 7
I wanna drink 'til I can't remember
Why I came here in the first place

Well, the fish ain't bitin', me and baby been fightin'
And the boss man, he's been ridin' my tail
Two more mornin's 'til sunday mornin'
That's two more nights to raise some hell

A little less ice in the glass, bartender
Leave some more room for the old number 7
I wanna drink 'til I can't remember
Why I came here in the first place
Yeah, why I came here in the first place

Between the bank and the budget and the paycheck money
I'm strapped for cash to paint this town
Feel beaten, bruised, can't win for losin'
So fill it up, don't water it down

A little less ice in the glass, bartender
Leave some more room for the old number 7
I wanna drink 'til I can't remember
Why I came here in the first place
Yeah, why I came here in the first place
Yeah, why I came here in the first place

I'm tired of comin' in, comin' in last, yeah
I'm tired of comin' in, comin' in last, yeah

A little less ice in the glass, bartender
Leave some more room for the old number 7
I wanna drink 'til I can't remember
Why I came here, yeah, why I came here

A little less ice in the glass, bartender
Leave some more room for the Old Number 7
I wanna drink 'til I can't remember
Why I came here, yeah, why I came here in the first place

I'm tired of comin' in, comin' in last, yeah (why I came here in the first place)
I'm tired of comin' in, comin' in last, yeah (why I came here in the first place)
I'm tired of comin' in, comin' in last, yeah (why I came here in the first place)
I'm tired of comin' in, comin' in last, yeah

A little less ice in the glass, bartender
Leave some more room for the Old Number 7

Written by:
Adam Wood, Dan Couch, Elvie Shane Payton, Jakob Miller

Publisher:
Lyrics © SONGS OF SPIRIT, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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