Tom T. Hall - Beer Drinker’s Waltz lyrics

The band played and everyone talked
Through the plain old beer drinker's waltz

Well, they sweated and swore
And they spit on the floor
Where the cigarette butts were all thrown
They wrote on the wall and
Hid out from the law
And the whole gang was drunk-drivin' home

Some little snuff queen who
Was barely sixteen
Played an out of tune yamaha guitar
Some old boy named wink who
Brought his own drinks
Had his fiddle stoled out of his car

The man tendin' bar told the boy on guitar
He was a-drinkin' a little too much
They announced on the mic that
They left on the lights
In a dark blue chevrolet truck


Well, somewhere in the heavens
There's a seven-o-seven
And they're a-servin' champagne
In first class
Somewhere upstairs a child says it's prayers
Oh, but downstairs they're havin' a blast