A night at Legends in Nashville. Too much Newcastle Brown on draft - and everything became hilarious. Especially drinking from a pitcher!
EVERY PITCHER TELLS A STORY
VERSE 1
I come to this honky tonk the same time every night
I climb up on the bar stool and tell Hank I've seen the light
Now good old Hank's the barkeep and the wisest guy I know
He just serves my beer and looks sincere as I turn into the barroom bore
VERSE 2
I tell Hank I'm over you, I never should have started our thing
He just smiles and rolls his eyes and fills up my glass again
Then I start on how you broke my heart, when you disappeared
The look on his face says you're a disgrace and he gets me another jug of beer
CHORUS
And every pitcher tells a story
Every bottle tells a tale
Every glass starts to do it for me
And I end up forgetting your name
VERSE 3
I came back in here tonight, but Hank's nowhere to be seen
Another guy with a crooked eye's at the bar where Hank should be
He told me Hank's done busted the bank with the tips from some poor sap
Now he's off round the world with the poor sap's girl and he ain't never coming back
CHORUS
And every pitcher tells a story
Every bottle tells a tale
Every glass starts to do it for me
And I end up forgetting my own name