Al’s corral

The bikes come out tonight
I can hear them in town, fifteen blocks away
And I can hear them say
"We're drinking down the gin
And then the next thing we'll be doing it all again
In the name of freedom"
I won't say yes but I might say maybe
If we're drinking at Al's Corral we don't got a lot of places to be
She said meet me anywhere
But just not over there
I cannot breathe the air
It smells like death, that's why she
Tells me I've got to choose
But I don't wanna choose
What do I got to lose?
A lot of nothing
I won't say yes but I might say maybe
If we're drinking at Al's Corral we don't got a lot of places to be
Well maybe I'm a gold licker, but I'm watching UFC
And I'm drinking at Al's Corral, it's the only place for me
Well, said Jesus is on my side
But I don't want him
Will anyone be his bride?
Well that and any time
Watching the wind on me
I hear a whisper
Freedom is never free
And that's a guarantee
I won't say yes but I might say maybe
If we're drinking at Al's Corral we don't got a lot of places to be
Well maybe I'm a gold licker, but I'm watching UFC
And we're drinking at Al's Corral, it's the only place for me
Tell me I have to wait
But I don't wanna wait
Tell me I have to care
But I don't wanna care
Tell me I've got to choose
But I don't wanna choose
What do I got to lose?