Up in the bar all smoking cigars
While we were drinking Irish whiskey straight from the jar
Talkin' 'bout them better days are not that far
Whoever's coming back to mine you better bring the guitar
You play a sad song, yea sing it from the heart
Tell a sad story, yea tell it from the start
Pass me on the pain that you made into art
Yea, piercin' through my skin like a heroin dart
When someone's strummin' on the strings and they're spittin' things,
Everybody's movin' groovin' vibes when the other sings
They gon' kill you with their passion and their soul
When the first verse drops, you'll be fightin' back the tears and all
While another man's crying in his beers and all
While his woman's sayin' cheers to it all
Ain't no shame in the game, just the way we were raised
For all we sing about better days, better days
Oh, we'll remember this night when we're old and gray
Cause in the future these will be the good ol' days
Oh and we're arm in arm as we sing away
In the future this will be the good ol' days
Ten o'clock and it's off, what started as a pub crawl
Now we're all lost
Better live it out tonight, tomorrow's gonna cost
whole
watch
vibes
verse
tunes
tonight
these
there
while
their
strings
streets
story
sings
shame
remember
tears
rebel
start
raised
plenty
playing
times
dress
tattoos
empty
degrees
crowd
crying
along
cause
drinking
dancing
through
bring
crawl
night
first
other
about
straight
everybody
beers
coming
drops
paddy
pound
cheers
leave
cigars
friends
future
gonna
listen
guitar
college
march
passion
hanging
proud
heart
heroin
better
hopes
irish
seven
jenny
keith
never
whiskey
girls
piano
penny
things
started
smoking
people
another
place
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