Echos In A Dive Bar

I walked in that dive, jukebox spinning cash,

Old Johnny's voice echoes, memories clash,

Cowboy hats low, drowning past in the flow,

Toledo nights, with flames from the soul's glow.

One foot in the fire, ghosts whisperin',

Waylon's chords play, where the night begins.


Old jukebox playing sweet sad tunes,

Where the lost souls dance under faded moons,

I’m drowning my yesterdays, finding my way,

In this dive bar's embrace, let the ghosts play.


Smoke-filled reflections, memories on the glass,

Each shot downed, drowning in the past,

Broken dreams echo, love’s laughter and tears,

In this run-down bar, I face all my fears.

Neon lights flicker, time's slipping away,

Conway's out here, got nothin' to say.


Yeah, I walked in, this dive bar’s like a ghost town,

With broken dreams scattered all ’round like ash pound,

Johnny Cash slaps hard, every soul takes a sip,

Cowboy hats low, drownin’ sorrows in this trip.

With every shot, the pain just melts like ice,

Echoes of them legends, man, you pay that price.


In this rundown dive bar, I lose it all,

With the jukebox playin’, hear that old-school call,

Tryna find harmony in the arms of a fan,

Gettin' lost with the echoes, that's my master plan.


Waylon croonin', like shadows in the smoke,

Whiskey glasses clinkin', jokes in every stroke,

Mirrors showin’ memories of my faded past,

Barstool confessions, man, I’m fading fast.

Neon signs flicker, like ghosts on the floor,

To drown these sorrows, man, I just want more.

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In this rundown dive bar, I lose it all,

With the jukebox playin’, hear that old-school call,

Tryna find harmony in the arms of a fan,

Gettin' lost with the echoes, that's my master plan.


Walked in the door, dive bar in Ohio,

Jukebox spinning Cash, echoes through the smoke,

Neon lights flicker, memories in the air,

One foot in the fire, drowning in despair.


Whiskey glass in hand, ghosts start to roam,

Living fast in this place I call home.

In a dive bar, we’re chasing the night,

Swapping our sorrows, finding our light,

With every new melody that plays on repeat,

We dance with ghosts, till we feel complete.


Waylon's voice lingers, haunting like a dream,

Pool balls break, lost hopes on a beam,

Crying through laughter, lost in this trance,

With every shot downed, here’s my last chance.


Ol' Jones hit me hard, love's long gone,

In this dive bar tune, I’ll keep holding on.


In a dive bar, we’re chasing the night,

Swapping our sorrows, finding our light,

With every new melody that plays on repeat,

We dance with ghost of the night 
So I'll dance with these ghosts till the morning light,

In this dive bar, I find wrong feels so right.
Old jukebox playing sweet sad tunes,

Where the lost souls dance under faded moons,

I’m drowning my yesterdays, finding my way,

In this dive bar's embrace, let the ghosts play.


With each haunting note, memories unwind,

In the heart of this bar, I leave it all behind.

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