Whiskey, Pool & Quittin’ Time

[Verse 1]

Another Monday morning, draggin’ my boots
Boss man's barking, same worn-out suits
Clock keeps tickin', but it's movin' slow
Shovel my pride just to earn my dough

[Pre-Chorus]
But there’s a neon light callin’ my name
A barstool salvation, a runaway train

[Chorus]
I hate my job, but I love that bar
Where the whiskey’s cheap and the jukebox scars
Them felt-top tables ease my mind
Sinkin’ eight-balls, losin' time
Punch that clock just to make it through
‘Cause quittin' time means whiskey, pool… and you

[Verse 2]
Sweat on my back, grease on my hands
Dreams get buried in the company plans
They preach hard work, but it’s all the same
Another broke man in the rich man’s game

[Pre-Chorus]
But I know where the real folks go
Where the lies stay outside, and the bourbon flows

[Chorus]
I hate my job, but I love that bar
Where the whiskey’s cheap and the jukebox scars
Them felt-top tables ease my mind
Sinkin’ eight-balls, losin' time
Punch that clock just to make it through
‘Cause quittin' time means whiskey, pool… and you

[Bridge]
Ain't no corner office, but that corner stool
Where the smoke hangs thick and the beers stay cool
Might not be rich, but I got my crew
And a crooked little stick, and a table or two

[Final Chorus]
I hate my job, but I love that bar
Where the whiskey’s cheap and the jukebox scars
Them felt-top tables ease my mind
Sinkin’ eight-balls, losin' time
Punch that clock just to make it through
‘Cause quittin' time means whiskey, pool… and you

[Outro]
Yeah, quittin' time means whiskey, pool… and you

Country x Blues x Americana, guitar riffs, male