Allison Moorer - Yessirree

(Allison Moorer/Doyle Primm)





I know a magical place to get a taste of a little heaven on earth


It's just a watering hole but many a soul go there to quench their thirst


When my whistle's dry there's nowhere that I can think of I'd rather be


It's called the blue moon tap room, yessirree, yessirree


It has thirty cent draws and that's because they only cost Tony two-bits


See it's Tony's joint and he makes it a point to let every poor bum get lit


He's a drunk's patron saint and he won't hesitate to fix you some supper for free


It's called the blue moon tap room, yessirree, yessirree


Each morning at eight it opens it's gates for all my buddies and me


With our foots on the rail and our buckets of ale we tell stories no one believes


We spit and we cuss at the lives that left us then toast to our freedom with glee


It's called the blue moon tap room, yessirree, yessirree


I sit tight each night til they turn up the lights empty my last one and leave


Then squint my eyes at the dawn in the sky as people walk by on the street


God only knows where it is they go but there's only one place for me


It's called the blue moon tap room, yessirree, yessirree