Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Corner Bar , by - Uncle Kracker. Song from the album Happy Hour, in the genre ПопRelease date: 14.09.2009
Record label: Atlantic, Top Dog
Song language: English
Corner Bar |
| Once upon a time in the land of plenty |
| The land of lawyers, guns and money |
| A funny little thing we all call greed |
| Brought my hometown down to its knees |
| A little bit worried about the shape I’m in |
| Baby needs shoes and the wallet’s thin |
| Got no gas or electricity |
| But everybody’s singin' in harmony… |
| Sell me up, sell me down |
| Be sold out sittin' here hangin' around |
| Take my house, take my car |
| But you can’t take my seat at the corner bar |
| Take my crib, take my car |
| But I’m keepin' my seat at the corner bar |
| No block party, everybody’s evicted |
| No street lights, no runnin' liquids |
| I got no room on my credit card |
| And I’m three court dates from the prison yard |
| My credit score’s fallen like the New York Mets |
| There ain’t a debt collector that ain’t called yet |
| They say money don’t talk, it only swears |
| Got me cussing in my underwear |
| Sell me up, sell me down |
| Be sold out sittin' here hangin' around |
| Take my house, take my car |
| But you can’t take my seat at the corner bar |
| Take my crib, take my car |
| But I’m keepin' my seat at the corner bar |
| Once upon a time in America |
| The politicians went and fell outta love |
| There was a raping of the common man |
| And left us sittin' here without no plan |
| Swimmin' through bills like Michael Phelps |
| Down and out and can’t get no help |
| The kids are hungry |
| Peepin' French Poodles |
| Pickin' through dumpsters for Ramen noodles |
| Standin' in line with a family to feed |
| Tradin' Manhattan for Indian beads |
| It’s been a long time since we felt good |
| Got everybody waitin' on Robin Hood |
| Sell me up, sell me down |
| Be sold out sittin' here hangin' around |
| Take my house, take my car |
| But you can’t take my seat at the corner bar |
| Take my crib, take my car |
| But I’m keepin' my seat at the corner bar |
| Once upon a time in America |
| The politicians went and fell outta love |
| There was a raping of the common man |
| And left us sittin' here without no plan |
| Sell me up, sell me down |
| Be sold out sittin' here hangin' around |
| Take my house, take my car |
| But you can’t take my seat at the corner bar |
| Take my crib, take my car |
| But I’m keepin' my seat at the corner bar |