The B&J Ain’t Nothing But a Hole in the Ground

Gimme some whisky from the rail
Save your ice for the can
What time did I have to be home
Time to fill this glass again

The B&J’s nothing but a hole in the ground
Ground all soaked in booze
Our loser’s memory’s all bleary and wrong
The real last call is here for you

This place is just a gang of barstools
Stink of stale beer everywhere
Parking lot’s full of rusty pickup trucks
And a crooked pool table piled with broken chairs

The B&J’s nothing but a hole in the ground
Ground all soaked in booze
Our loser’s memory’s all bleary and wrong
The real last call is here for you

In the day we ate our lunch here
Washed it down with cold beer from the keg
Stopped back after our shift was done
Didn’t get home til after dark

The B&J’s nothing but a hole in the ground
Ground all soaked in booze
Our loser’s memory’s all bleary and wrong
The real last call is here for you

They used to say this was a bad old place
Mom told us all to stay away
When I grew up it wasn’t nothing at all
Another dark place to spend the day