I’ve got my name back on my neon stool, My boots back under this old pool table too. Band’s playing loud, they’re calling my name, Funny how this town don’t look the same. You swore I’d miss you every Friday night, Guess you never met a woman who likes A little freedom with her whiskey neat… Boy, you set me free. Everybody raise ‘em up— Here’s a toast to dumb luck… Put it on his bar tab! Another round of “thank God he packed.” If he hadn’t slammed that screen door shut, I’d still be stuck where I was. Put it on his bar tab! Every laugh, every song, every Cadillac. He’s buying happiness one beer at a time… Without spending a dime. Hey bartender— Fill ‘em up fast… Tonight we’re drinking… On his bar tab! HEY! Saw him walk in looking ten years late, Like he thought I’d still be sitting there waiting. Bless his heart… somebody should tell him This dance floor ain’t a museum. These boots learned how to two-step alone, Turns out this girl don’t need nobody to get gone. Here’s to the heartbreak… That broke the chain. Here’s to the goodbye… That changed my name. Somebody tell every girl in here… Put it on his bar tab! Turn this little heartbreak into a platinum plaque. He thought he left me crying in the dust— Now the whole damn bar’s singing with us! Put it on his bar tab! We’re all cashing in on what he lacked. Best thing he ever gave this town… Was giving me back. Hey bartender! One more for the house! EVERYBODY! PUT IT ON HIS BAR TAB!!
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