Yessirree Lyrics - 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