Those Kinda Songs
I love this watering hole in the wall
Eight ball and a throwback cover band
Usually its me to drop a five in a jar
For steel guitar on a heartbreak song but damn
Here’s a twenty this time boys
I can’t do it tonight boys
It’ll feel too real to close to home, I’m too tore up and she’s too far gone

Ooh,  Don’t play me no Hank, no Waylon, no Whitley
Ooh,  No “No Show” Jones I know how it’s gonna hit me
There’s a tear in my beer since she ain’t here, I’m so lonesome I could cry
I can’t listen to those kinda songs, on this kinda night

When I’m throwing em back beneath a neon light
Ain’t nothing like a little old school Willie and Merle
Always On My Mind and Yesterday’s Wine
Are all well and fine til you lose your girl
Then you know what they’re singing about
It’s like they’ve been where you are right now
It’ll feel too real to close to home, I’m too tore up and she’s too far gone
Ooh, Don’t play me no Hank, no Waylon, no Whitley
Ooh, No “No Show” Jones I know how it’s gonna hit me
There’s a tear in my beer since she ain’t here, I’m so lonesome I could cry
I can’t listen to those kinda songs, on this kinda night

Play a little Rambling Man, play a little John Deere Green
Play a little Song Of The South, Play Party Crowd
Play anything, anything but…

Ooh, Don’t play me no Hank, no Waylon, no Whitley
Ooh, No “No Show” Jones I know how it’s gonna hit me
There’s a tear in my beer since she ain’t here, I’m so lonesome I could cry
I can’t listen to those kinda songs, on this kinda night