Hey yall, I'm at the trailer house bar and grill,
making friends and drinking homemade swill.
It's the one by the roadside on old 74, just up on the hill.
The old place floated away on last spring's heavy rain,
that's why the new one's on the hill so it don't happen again.
Sitting outside on my folding chair,
being served by a waitress who's nearly bare.
Troubles, there ain't any there.
Good friends and drinks, there's plenty to share.
The river's just a few feet away.
Swimsuits are optional on any given day.
I think I found myself a new home.
Never more will this old man roam.
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