You say you got them boots in Paris
and your cousins are with George Jones.
Now drinking is against your religion,
but that wine is just an act of winning Rome.
You say you're saving yourself for marriage
and your daddy's a movie star.
Well, I'm Billy Graham.
Honey, I own this bar.
Talking lock,
stock and barrel,
hardwood floor to neon lights.
Girl, if we ain't careful,
we could go to hell for lying.
You swear you've never been here.
Ain't ever heard no steel guitar.
Well,
I'm George Strait and honey,
I own this bar.
They say tonight it's your birthday.
You just turned 22.
You were supposed to be hanging with Beyonce,
but she came down with
the daggum flu.
Said you were born and raised in the city,
but you're a real cowgirl at heart.
Well, I'm John Wayne and honey, I own this bar.
Talking lock,
stock and barrel,
a hardwood floor to neon lights.
Girl, if we ain't careful,
we could go to hell for lying.
You swear you've never been here.
That Maserati out back is your car.
Well, I'm Dale Earnhardt
and honey, I own this bar.
We ain't ever gonna get together
because you can't BS a BSer.
You know it's all ain't good fun.
Ain't no damage done.
We're just two honky-tonk birds of a feather.
Now you say you're so mad because you can't pay your tab.
Somebody stole your credit card.
Drinks are on me.
I'm Braxton Key.
Honey,
I own this bar.
You want another one?