A barstool is just a big highchair for grown-up fools to cry on
The jukebox pacifies 'em all night long
Suckin' on a longneck bottle keeps their mouth shut for a while
The bartender's just a babysitter,
Give another bottle and make 'em feel better,
Cryin' for their momma's that's gone
She dropped him off on the way to work
And he ain't seen her since
And that was three days ago and she didn't know
He took the money to pay the rent
He bought a beer with a fifty, got change for a twenty
Didn't even see the deal go down
When he's drinkin' he ain't the smartest man in town
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Chorus
Ending
A barroom is just a big playpen
Poutin' for a while then the fightin' begins
And cryin' for their momma's that's gone