Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Boys in Bars 2016, artist - The Bacon Brothers. Date of issue: 21.07.2016
Song language: English
Boys in Bars 2016 |
| Now you could hear that jukebox pound |
| But you could barely see inside |
| Now rumor had it years ago |
| Is where that girl had died |
| Now why they caled it a cafe |
| Well I never understood |
| Cause there ain’t no tables on the street |
| The coffee tastes like mud |
| But every night at five o’clock |
| They’d start to come around |
| We’d begin to set em up |
| And they would knock em down |
| Sometime after midnight |
| With a pocket full of green |
| We’d lock the doors and step outside |
| And our days would begin |
| Cause we were boys in bars |
| Runnin over the shootin stars |
| Cruisin Broadway without cars |
| We were gonna take that town |
| Nothin there would knock us down |
| That old apple would be ours |
| George was a lawyer |
| In an old Brooks Brothers suit |
| And Glen worked for homicide |
| He had a pistol in his boot |
| Franco was a sculptor |
| Who looked something like an eagle |
| Chas did a lot of things |
| And none of them were legal |
| Debbi was a waitress |
| And she came all the way from Queens |
| Sit around and wonder how |
| She got into those jeans |
| Nicky tended bar |
| So he always drank for free |
| Johnny was a lover |
| And he taught everything to me |
| And we were boys in bars |
| Cool as ice cubes, Sharp as darts |
| Runnin down all those lonely hearts |
| All that liquid goes |
| All those lives we sewed |
| All those medals all those scars |
| Last night I was thinkin back |
| To those sweet old Disco days |
| But you know the memories were cloudy |
| Through that thick Marlboro haze |
| Freezin outside 54's |
| Just hopin he’d pick me |
| Skiing down Columbus |
| Just like Jean Claude Killey |
| Back before the ticking clcok |
| Made all of us it’s slave |
| And back before the search for love |
| Could put you in your grave |
| I’d never trade the days I lost |
| For the years that I have found |
| Sometimes late at night |
| I can hear that jukebox pound |
| And we were boys in bars |
| Runnin over the shootin stars |
| Cruisin Broadway without cars |
| We were gonna take that town |
| Nothin there would knock us down |
| That old apple would be ours |
| Boys in bars |
| We were boys in bars |
| Runnin over the shootin stars |
| Boys in bars |
| We were boys in bars |
| Cruisin Broadway without cars |
| Boys in bars |
| We were boys in bars |
| Cool as ice cubes sharp as darts |
| Boys in bars |
| We were boys in bars |
| Runnin down all those lonely hearts |