Don't Close This Bar
Don't Close This Bar By Iron Cedar Verse 1 There's sawdust on the hardwood floor, A jukebox humming by the door. Pool balls crack, the laughter rolls, This little dive keeps broken souls. Old boots lined up by the swinging door, Same old faces I've known before. The bartender knows every scar, Lord, don't close this little bar. Chorus Don't close this bar, don't turn out the lights, Don't steal away these Friday nights. The pool table's waiting, the dartboard's scarred, Life ain't perfect, but we've come this far. Where the neon glows like an old guitar, Everybody knows just who you are. This ain't just a building made of wood and tar... Lord, don't close this bar. Verse 2 A cowboy cries where nobody sees, A waitress laughs just to find some peace. Some folks dance, some sit alone, Some just need a place called home. Country songs and whiskey jars, Pickup trucks and faded stars. Every story's written in these walls, Every memory answers the call. Chorus Don't close this bar, don't kill the flame, Tomorrow's coming all the same. Leave that neon burning bright, For every soul that's lost tonight. From the first guitar to the last call bell, This old place has stories to tell. It may not be much, but it's ours by far... Lord, don't close this bar. Bridge One more game on the old pool table, One more round if we're still able. Raise 'em high, let freedom ring, It's the little places that make us sing. Final Chorus Don't close this bar, let the jukebox play, We'll worry 'bout tomorrow another day. Keep the neon shining through the dark, Keep a little fire in this old heart. From the dartboard wall to the bartender's smile, This little place makes life worthwhile. It ain't about whiskey, it ain't the guitar... It's the people inside. So don't close this bar.
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Don't Close This Bar By Iron Cedar Verse 1 There's sawdust on the hardwood floor, A jukebox humming by the door. Pool balls crack, the laughter rolls, This little dive keeps broken souls. Old boots lined up by the swinging door, Same old faces I've known before. The bartender knows every scar, Lord, don't close this little bar. Chorus Don't close this bar, don't turn out the lights, Don't steal away these Friday nights. The pool table's waiting, the dartboard's scarred, Life ain't perfect, but we've come this far. Where the neon glows like an old guitar, Everybody knows just who you are. This ain't just a building made of wood and tar... Lord, don't close this bar. Verse 2 A cowboy cries where nobody sees, A waitress laughs just to find some peace. Some folks dance, some sit alone, Some just need a place called home. Country songs and whiskey jars, Pickup trucks and faded stars. Every story's written in these walls, Every memory answers the call. Chorus Don't close this bar, don't kill the flame, Tomorrow's coming all the same. Leave that neon burning bright, For every soul that's lost tonight. From the first guitar to the last call bell, This old place has stories to tell. It may not be much, but it's ours by far... Lord, don't close this bar. Bridge One more game on the old pool table, One more round if we're still able. Raise 'em high, let freedom ring, It's the little places that make us sing. Final Chorus Don't close this bar, let the jukebox play, We'll worry 'bout tomorrow another day. Keep the neon shining through the dark, Keep a little fire in this old heart. From the dartboard wall to the bartender's smile, This little place makes life worthwhile. It ain't about whiskey, it ain't the guitar... It's the people inside. So don't close this bar.
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