Wherever There's a Bar (Stripped) Lyrics

I should be on my way home

To meet you in the kitchen

Roses in my hand, sayin' baby I'll do the dishes

Or kicked back on the couch

With your head on my chest

Watching "The Sound of Music"

For the hundredth time I'd bet

But nah when you find me

I'll tell you what you'll see

I'll be, sitting somewhere shootin' Patron

Dying, everytime our song comes on

Running what if's through my head

Maybe there was something that I

Should've done or said

Tearing myself apart, wondering where you are

Wherever there's a bar

It's hard not to take a left

When I hit Old Church Road

You know I love my momma

But her questions sure get old

Do you think she's coming back?

Have you talked to her lately?

Does the new place get lonely?

Do you watch a lot of TV?

Honestly, she wouldn't be proud of me cuz

I'll be, sitting somewhere shootin' Patron

Dying, everytime our song comes on

Running what if's through my head

Maybe there was something that I Should've done or said

Tearing myself apart, wondering where you are

Wherever there's a bar

Is where you'll find me

On a Tuesday or a Friday, it don't matter

There's no escaping your memory

No matter how much I drink

But Lord knows that, that won't stop me, cuz

I'll be, sitting somewhere shootin' Patron

Dying, everytime our song comes on

Running what if's through my head

Maybe there was something that I

Should have done or said

Tearing myself apart, wondering where you are

Wherever there's a bar, yeah

It's hard not to take a left, when I hit Old Church Road