The Hideaway Lyrics

I like to hang my hat at "The Hideaway"

It's the last of the honky-tonk joints here in LA

Ain't nobody but the working man here

And they only sell ya ice cold beer

God bless the USA and "The Hideaway"

Now Roger works the bar

And he's a real good friend of mine

Born a red neck son-of-a-gun

But that suits me fine

He pours a drink that's more than fair

And I never have to pay for my beer

God bless the USA and "The Hideaway"

God bless the USA and "The Hideaway"

It's the last of the honky-tonk joints here in LA

There ain't nobody but the working man here

And they'll only sell ya ice cold beer

God bless the USA and "The Hideaway"

Now some of the woman don't

But some of them do

Some like to drink straight whiskey

Now how 'bout you

If I ain't made it perfectly clear

This is a honky-tonk joint

And we all like it here

God bless the USA and "The Hideaway"

Now God bless the USA and "The Hideaway"

It's the last of the honky-tonk joints here in LA

There ain't nobody but the working man here

And they'll only sell ya ice cold beer

God bless the USA and "The Hideaway"

God bless the USA and "The Hideaway"