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Original song, Land of the Free Copyright, Chuck Picklesimer 2008
This is the place where a few of the saints and a lot of the sinners hang out.
Happy hour-ing drinks. Marijuana stinks up the room with no way to get out.
Some of the members are manic and frantic, others are cool and laid back
Sharing a glow from the ebb and the flow of drinking their Sevens and Jack.
(Chorus)
We are dancing and soaring til three in the morning,
In a bar called the Land of The Free.
We are flirting and scoring love and a story,
In this bar called the Land of The Free.
Land of the free to be silly or rude
Land of the free to be magic or crude
Land of the free to be sober or stewed.
Plenty to be in this Land of The Free.
This is the bar where you total your car and you mutter next drink is your last..
On your way to the john you encounter a con with an eye and a thumb made of glass.
A sailor walks in who is wearing a grin with your mothers phone number tattooed
Under his lip and around to his hip and on down to the tip of his shoe.
(Repeat chorus here)
We are dancing and soaring til three in the morning,
In a bar called the Land of The Free.
We are flirting and scoring love and a story,
In this bar called the Land of The Free.
Land of the free to be silly or rude
Land of the free to be magic or crude
Land of the free to be sober or stewed.
Plenty to be in this Land of The Free.
This is a joint where the point is a joint and a hit is a bit off of it.
Where drinkers drink pales of various ales like Pabst and Bud and Bud Lit
While hookers engage us in fairly outrageous positions that dont even work,
While charging real dollars to hear fake hollers from a lass with a nod and a jerk.
This is the spot whether like it or not you end up on Saturday nights
Some come for the fun , some for the rum, some for the barroom fights.
This is the bar where the chances are, youre liable to meet your ex wife.
With a toss of a coin you are liable to join her in the best little dance of your life.
(chorus and end)