Dirtbag Saloon

Lyrics for Dirtbag Saloon

Linda’s is open on Fridays and Christmas She lives in the back, it’s a cash-only business She charges for singles but pours you a double Everyone drinks here and no one makes trouble We got miners and ranchers, rednecks and hippies Hot shots and cowboys, poets and lifties There’s one thing that this whole damn bar can agree on We live here ‘cause we don’t like concrete or neon And if it ain’t gone yet, it’s goin’ soon Get your last round in at the dirtbag saloon The rich folks are squeezin’ us right outta room And if it ain’t gone yet, it’s goin’ soon I wish we could live here in sweet harmony But they tore down the rentals and clear cut the trees To build their ten thousand square foot second homes Ah, but who’s gonna serve them their champagne and snow? And if it ain’t gone yet, it’s goin’ soon Get your last round in at the dirtbag saloon The rich folks are squeezin’ us right outta room And if it ain’t gone yet, it’s goin’ soon I carved out a life between river and stone Under woodsmoke and bright stars, these hills are my home And don’t get me wrong, yeah, I sing for my rent Maybe I should stay quiet, I need every last cent Now Linda jumps up on her velvet pool table Yells, “Settle your debts, kids, get out while you’re able!” The house lights are up and there is no doubt It’s a last call for good times in the town that sold out And if it ain’t gone yet, it’s goin’ soon Get your last round in at the dirtbag saloon The rich folks are squeezin’ us right outta room And if it ain’t gone yet, it’s goin’ soon If it ain’t gone yet, it’s goin’ soon