Jason Deere - Barstools

It's like a stack of bills when you're just not rich
Like bangin' your shin on a trailer hitch
A storm rollin' in when the temperature drops
A late hard freeze on a bumper crop
It's like clockin' in as the day begins
When you've been up all night cause the pain won't end
It's like a tear rolling down a grown man's face
From a dying love he just can't save

She talks to her friends, you lose
She talks to the pastor, you lose
She talks to her mama, you lose
She talks to your mama, you lose
She talks to the mirror, you lose
She talks to the judge, you lose
She talks to you and you lose
There's a reason why there's so many kinds of drinks
And the world is filled with bars
And the bars are lined with barstools

If you listen to talk in this place
There's a common thread through the words they all say
From the boys in the booth to man down on the end
They hold on to the beer and whiskey like a friend

She talks to her friends, you lose
She talks to the pastor, you lose
She talks to her mama, you lose
She talks to your mama, you lose
She talks to the mirror, you lose
She talks to the judge, you lose
She talks to you and you lose
There's a reason why there's so many kinds of drinks
And the world is filled with bars
And the bars are lined with barstools

You might feel just like a fool
But come have a drink or two
The "OPEN" light stays on 'til 2:00
And there's always an open stool

She talks to her friends, you lose
She talks to the pastor, you lose
She talks to her mama, you lose
She talks to your mama, you lose
She talks to the mirror, you lose
She talks to the judge, you lose
She talks to you and you lose
There's a reason why there's so many kinds of drinks
And the world is filled with bars
And the bars are lined with barstools

Written by:
Jason Deere

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