Ballad of the Pigs Ear

We used to run the open stage for twenty five bucks a night
Getting paid to work through my stage freight
They canceled that old open stage some guys started running it for free
All in the name of sentimentality

I'm not that sentimental about playing one last show
Where the sound sucks and the covers low

It's got kitschy atmosphere
It's got friendly staff
And a story about Hank Williams getting so drunk he broke his back
It's got golden records
It's been one hundred fifty years
So raise a glass to John and Lylie for keeping us in beer

I'm not that sentimental about playing one last show
Where the sound sucks and the covers low

Andrea Forsell MD, BA Johnston, Washboard Hank
And to all the rest of you that played the night that one man drank
I pretty much grew up here
As sometimes is the case
If something is too familiar you end up with love to hate

I'm not that sentimental
About playing one last show
Where the sound sucks and the covers low

So if your out on a Saturday
Want to spend Sunday on your ass
Be sure to have a couple pints of draft
It could have been the jager it could have been the dirty lines
That shit will fuck you up every time

I'm not that sentimental about playing one last show where the sound sucks and the covers low
Where the bass it turns to treble and the covers always low let's not get sentimental about playing one last show



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Writer(s): Benjamin Rowland
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