Bill's Laundromat Bar And Grill

Well, I was three days short of pullin' out Bridgeport

I was headed down to Houston town

Had my guitar packed in a burlap sack

For escortin' my country sound

I bypassed Jackson, bypassed Memphis

By the time I got to Arkansas

Id-a sold my car and this black guitar

For anything cool and tall

So I pulled up to a neon sign on highway forty-nine

Shut the engine down, took a look around

And then I stepped inside

I asked that bouncer where I was

He said, "Son, you're at Bills"

Honky tonk pickin', line dance kickin'

Razor back stickin', barbecue chicken

Laundromat bar and grill

Well, I saw old Bill sittin' at the bar

With a waitress and change machine

He was dolin' out quarters to a waitress named Starr

When I asked him if I could sing

He said, "Son, go ahead if you brought your guitar"

Then he pointed to the back stage door

He said, "We don't like original material

Unless it's been done before"

Well, I hit the stage like a big wheeled train

Told the crowd, I played the seats

I played the Tennessee Waltz, Kentucky Rain

That lead guitar was like a chain saw

That fiddle like a power drill at Bill's

Honky tonk pickin', line dance kickin'

Razor back stickin', barbecue chicken

Laundromat bar and grill

Well, in the few short minutes, I was up on stage

Lookin' back at country cowboys face

With a perfect view I was witness to

The destruction of the whole damn place

It was [unverified]

Flyin' out of that dodge saloon

And that mechanical bull was a Houston pull

To the safest place in the room

Well a punch-drunk cowboy showed his wife

That his shirt was soaked in beer

She said, "Calm down, honey, have another lite

'Cause we can wash the shirt right here"

Then the whole place stopped to thank me

For bookin' my show at Bill's

Honky tonk pickin', line dance kickin'

Razor back stickin', barbecue chicken

Laundromat bar and grill

At Bill's, honky tonk pickin', line dance kickin'

Razor back stickin', barbecue chicken

Laundromat bar and grill