Brent Faulk
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This place rocks to prove it I wrote a song:
Title: “The Bar Car Blues”
(Fast 4/4 AC/DC barroom rocker)
Verse 1
Down by the tracks where the lights don’t fade,
Chrome and smoke and deals get made.
Bar Car’s jumpin’, crowd’s gettin’ loud,
Bronco fan’s tall and he’s workin’ the crowd.
Pre-Chorus
Bill’s at the bar with a pour like fire,
Grins like sin, fuels your desire.
Chorus
Roll on, roll on in the Bar Car tonight,
Whiskey train rollin’, everything’s right.
Bill keeps pourin’, crowd’s on fire,
Tall Bronco man fan feeds the choir!
Verse 2
Boots on the floor and the jukebox screams,
“Whole Lotta Rosie” breakin’ dreams.
Bill slaps the bar, “One more round!”
Bronco fan spins, tears up the ground.
Pre-Chorus
Shots go down, lights go red,
Bar Car’s burnin’, keep your head!
Chorus
Roll on, roll on in the Bar Car tonight,
Whiskey train rollin’, everything’s right.
Bill keeps pourin’, crowd’s on fire,
Tall Bronco man fan feeds the choir!
Bridge
Leather, laughter, lightning glass,
No one here lets the good times pass.
If you hear the roar, you’re already late,
‘Cause Bar Car Bill just locked the gate!
Final Chorus
Roll on, roll on in the Bar Car tonight,
Bronco blues under neon light.
Bill’s the king with the devil’s grin,
In the Bar Car, baby—let the rock begin