Zach Bryan – The Great American Bar Scene (Guitar)

B
I lost my money to some dirty old bookie

                           E   B
Way up in Philly, he was a bad man

B
But you can't bet your life on the table

                           E   B
When you've got yourself a bad hand

B
So I went and got my good friend Mickey

                        E    B
And we made ourselves a bold stand

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We wound up bleeding on the bar floor

             E          B
And we don't bet on birds no more

           F#
Where them bets are tough and bartenders mean

    E              B
The great American bar scene

B
A brother from Tulsa has got himself a warrant

                          E   B
But he's on the run up in Cheyenne

B
They hammed me up and asked me some questions

                    E     B
But I ain't no damn rat, man

F#
Put cuffs on so tight that he started bleeding

         E                 B
From his wrist down to his right hand

F#
Put "State Trooper" on the record machine

    E              B
The great American bar scene

B
Neon lightnin', wooden floors, light leaves

                 E     B
As her feet quietly slide across

B
Tough boys of all came and went

                        E        B
She's a Heaven-sent and I'm at a loss

      F#
So if you've got the time, I've got the quarter

      E                         B
And a two-steppin' song called "Hey Porter"

F#
Why does love always feel like a fever dream

       E              B
In the great American bar scene?

B
My heart stays hurtin' and hands stay workin'

                     E       B
And I'm still just a sinnin' man

B
Try like hell to keep my health,

                       E    B
treat others well, and understand,

F#
Why life's unfair, uncertain, and mean

       E              B
In the great american bar scene