Barstool Hymns Lyrics

There's a jukebox choking on an old sad song

Some fool in the corner's been cryin' too long

The bartender's got a face like a worn-out road

Been hearin' these prayers since God let go

We all got ghosts in our backseat rides

Bottles don't bury 'em, but they sure do try

So raise a glass to the ones who left

To the words we meant but never said

A toast to the lost, the damned, the dim

One more round of barstool hymns

There's lipstick smudged on a cigarette rim

She left in July, but her smoke still lingers in

Old Joe's preachin' to his whiskey glass

Says the good times only ever come to pass

We all got sins that we call by name

We all got pasts that still remain

So raise a glass to the ones who left

To the words we meant but never said

A toast to the lost, the damned, the dim

One more round of barstool hymns

Last call's comin', last song plays

Someone stumbles, someone stays

We all go home with our ghosts in tow

Or we just stay 'til the lights burn low

And sometimes the night sings back to you

like it knows every lie you ever told as true