THIS OLD BAR'S A LOT LIKE ME*(Marc Alan Barnette, Steve Harris, Julie Springer, MattC Casey, DD Bain) *Lyrics have been slightly updated since the guitar vocals was done. Thes are the most current ones They were tearing Harry’s Tavern downSelling every piece of that smokey loungeI went there with Grandpa that SaturdayDidn't know why he was intriguedHe hadn't touched a drop since 83Deacon in the church, a carpenter by tradeWhen they offered up that big ol' bar could not believe he even bidAuctioneer said "sold" to the old man back there, with the kid Chorus:HE SAID, THIS OLD BAR’S A LOT LIKE MESCRATCHED AND SCARRED, BURNED AND BEATEVERY MARK HAS A TALE TO TELLTOO MANY OF THOSE I KNOW TOO WELLBEEN THROUGH HELL AND STILL AROUNDENOUGH BOOZE SPILT A MAN COULD DROWNWITH UNTOLD SECRETS IN IT'S HISTORYTHIS OLD BAR'S A LOT LIKE ME In his garage every Thursday nightMe and Gramps worked side by sideBelt sanders, dust, a lot of elbow grease Turns out he’d been at Harry’s fore my Dad was bornKnew every fight and every stormEvery name carved into those reliefsAnd there was one deep gash in the side on the rightSaid that’s where Big Ed Moore nearly took my life Chorus: Bridge:He was so proud sitting in that pew at the Third Street Baptist ChurchWatching the preacher bringing fire and brimstone standing behind our workFrom bar to alter three services Sunday mornings Wednesday and Sunday nightsFunny how such a thing is still saving lives Chorus
THIS OLD BAR'S A LOT LIKE ME*(Marc Alan Barnette, Steve Harris, Julie Springer, MattC Casey, DD Bain)
*Lyrics have been slightly updated since the guitar vocals was done. Thes are the most current ones
They were tearing Harry’s Tavern down
Selling every piece of that smokey lounge
I went there with Grandpa that Saturday
Didn't know why he was intrigued
He hadn't touched a drop since 83
Deacon in the church, a carpenter by trade
When they offered up that big ol' bar could not believe he even bid
Auctioneer said "sold" to the old man back there, with the kid
Chorus:
HE SAID, THIS OLD BAR’S A LOT LIKE ME
SCRATCHED AND SCARRED, BURNED AND BEAT
EVERY MARK HAS A TALE TO TELL
TOO MANY OF THOSE I KNOW TOO WELL
BEEN THROUGH HELL AND STILL AROUND
ENOUGH BOOZE SPILT A MAN COULD DROWN
WITH UNTOLD SECRETS IN IT'S HISTORY
THIS OLD BAR'S A LOT LIKE ME
In his garage every Thursday night
Me and Gramps worked side by side
Belt sanders, dust, a lot of elbow grease
Turns out he’d been at Harry’s fore my Dad was born
Knew every fight and every storm
Every name carved into those reliefs
And there was one deep gash in the side on the right
Said that’s where Big Ed Moore nearly took my life
Bridge:
He was so proud sitting in that pew at the Third Street Baptist Church
Watching the preacher bringing fire and brimstone standing behind our work
From bar to alter three services Sunday mornings Wednesday and Sunday nights
Funny how such a thing is still saving lives
Chorus