The Pour House by Nash Wyatt

credit .....2 domino / Nash Wyatt vocals/lyrics Nash Wyatt Verse 1 Neon signs are burning’, boots are on the floor, Old guitars are crying’, like they’ve done before. Every laugh and story, hanging’ in the air, If you’re looking’ for a good time, you know you’ll find it there. Chorus Down at The Pour House, the whiskey runs deep, The jukebox is singing’, the nights don’t sleep. Raise your glass, let the good times roll, At The Pour House, it’s a home for the soul. Verse 2 Bartender knows your name, slides a drink your way, Cowboys, dreamers, drifters — all got dues to pay. But the music keeps us moving’, the night just won’t quit, Every broken heart finds a place to fit. Chorus Down at The Pour House, the whiskey runs deep, The jukebox is singing’, the nights don’t sleep. Raise your glass, let the good times roll, At The Pour House, it’s a home for the soul. Bridge From the first cold beer to the last call light, We’re all one big family every Friday night. Let the guitars scream and the drums beat loud, The Pour House is where we lose the crowd. Final Chorus Down at The Pour House, the whiskey runs deep, The jukebox is singing’, the nights don’t sleep. Raise your glass, let the good times roll, At The Pour House, yeah it’s good for the soul.

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Country