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Toby Keith

We got winners, we got losers,
Chain smokers and boozers.
An' we got yuppies, we got bikers,
An' we got , thirsty hitchhikers.
And the girls next door dress up like movie stars.
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, I love this bar.
We got cowboys, we got truckers,
Broken hearted fools and suckers.
An' we got hustlers, we got fighters,
Early birds and all nighters.
And the veterans talk about their battle scars:
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, I love this bar.

I love this bar,
It's my kind of place.
Just walk in through the front door,
Puts a big smile on my face.
It ain't too far, come as you are.
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, I love this bar.

I've seen short skirts, we've got high-techs,
Blue collar boys and rednecks.
An' we got lovers, lots of lookers,
An' I've even seen dancin' girls and hookers,
And we like to drink our beer from a mason jar:
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, I love this bar, yes I do!

I like my truck, (I like my truck),
An' I like my girlfriend, ( I like my girlfriend),
I like to take her out to dinner,
I like a movie now and then

But I love this bar,
It's my kind of place.
Just trolling around the dance floor,
Puts a big smile on my face.
No cover charge, come as you are.
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, I love this bar.
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, I just love this ol' bar.

Written by Toby Keith/Scott Emerick
Published by Tokeco Tunes, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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