Bill's Laundromat, Bar and Grill

Well, I was three days short of pullin' out Bridgeport
 I was headed down to Houston town
 Had my guitar packed in a burlap sack
 For escortin' my country sound
 I bypassed Jackson, bypassed Memphis
 By the time I got to Arkansas
 Id-a sold my car and this black guitar
 For anything cool and tall
 So I pulled up to a neon sign on highway forty-nine
 Shut the engine down, took a look around
 And then I stepped inside
 I asked that bouncer where I was
 He said, "Son, you're at Bills"
 Honky tonk pickin', line dance kickin'
 Razor back stickin', barbecue chicken
 Laundromat bar and grill
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 Well, I saw old Bill sittin' at the bar
 With a waitress and 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 your guitar"
 Then he pointed to the back stage door
 He said, "We don't like original material
 Unless it's been done before"
 Well, I hit the stage like a big wheeled train
 Told the crowd, I played the seats
 I played the Tennessee Waltz, Kentucky Rain
 That lead guitar was like a chain saw
 That fiddle like a power drill at Bill's
 Honky tonk pickin', line dance kickin'
 Razor back stickin', barbecue chicken
 Laundromat bar and grill
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 Well, in the few short minutes, I was up on stage
 Lookin' back at country cowboys face
 With a perfect view I was witness to
 The destruction of the whole damn place
 It was [unverified]
 Flyin' out of that dodge saloon
 And that mechanical bull was a Houston pull
 To the safest place in the room
 Well a punch-drunk cowboy showed his wife
 That his shirt was soaked in beer
 She said, "Calm down, honey, have another lite
 'Cause we can wash the shirt right here"
 Then the whole place stopped to thank me
 For bookin' my show at Bill's
 Honky tonk pickin', line dance kickin'
 Razor back stickin', barbecue chicken
 Laundromat bar and grill
 At Bill's, honky tonk pickin', line dance kickin'
 Razor back stickin', barbecue chicken
 Laundromat bar and grill