Текст песни Yessirree - Allison Moorer
I
know
a
magical
place
to
get
a
taste
of
a
little
heaven
on
earth
It's
just
a
watering
hole
but
many
a
soul
go
there
to
quench
their
thirst
When
my
whistle's
dry
there's
nowhere
that
I
can
think
of
I'd
rather
be
It's
called
the
blue
moon
tap
room,
Yessirree,
Yessirree
It
has
thirty
cent
draws
and
that's
because
they
only
cost
Tony
two-bits
See
it's
Tony's
joint
and
he
makes
it
a
point
to
let
every
poor
bum
get
lit
He's
a
drunk's
patron
saint
and
he
won't
hesitate
to
fix
you
some
supper
for
free
It's
called
the
blue
moon
tap
room,
Yessirree,
Yessirree
Each
morning
at
eight
it
opens
it's
gates
for
all
my
buddies
and
me
With
our
foots
on
the
rail
and
our
buckets
of
ale
we
tell
stories
no
one
believes
We
spit
and
we
cuss
at
the
lives
that
left
us
then
toast
to
our
freedom
with
glee
It's
called
the
blue
moon
tap
room,
Yessirree,
Yessirree
I
sit
tight
each
night
til
they
turn
up
the
lights
empty
my
last
one
and
leave
Then
squint
my
eyes
at
the
dawn
in
the
sky
as
people
walk
by
on
the
street
God
only
knows
where
it
is
they
go
but
there's
only
one
place
for
me
It's
called
the
blue
moon
tap
room,
Yessirree,
Yessirree
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