Three AM, belly's growlin' somethin' fierce and mean Ain't no fancy eatin', but the price sure is a dream Neon sign a-buzzin', callin' out to lost souls like me Welcome to the Greasy Spoon, where the wild ones roam carefree
Hashbrowns scattered, grits galore, eggs a bit too runny.
Prison stripes and thirsty fellas, a sight both sad and funny.
Booze for breakfast is the trade, stories flowin' smooth and strong.
Greasy Spoon after midnight, where right and wrong get all mixed along.
Loretta knows our tricks, a sly grin 'cross her face Bottle tucked beneath the table, gets us eats with extra grace Truckers spinnin' yarns, eyes bloodshot and weary Inmates dreamin' 'bout the outside, their hunger deep and dreary
Hashbrowns scattered, grits galore, eggs a bit too runny.
Prison stripes and thirsty fellas, a sight both sad and funny.
Booze for breakfast is the trade, stories flowin' smooth and strong.
Greasy Spoon after midnight, where right and wrong get all mixed along.
Jukebox whines a mournful tune, matchin' the ache in our hearts.
We're all searchin' for a somethin',
A full stomach or fresh starts.
Share a swig with the workin' crew, a toast to them on life's edge.
The Greasy Spoon's our outlaw haven, where rules fade and spirits pledge.
Hashbrowns scattered, grits galore, eggs a bit too runny.
Prison stripes and thirsty fellas, a sight both sad and funny.
Booze for breakfast is the trade, stories flowin' smooth and strong.
Greasy Spoon after midnight, where right and wrong get all mixed along.
Burn Barrel Life - Booze 4 Breakfast Lyrics
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Three AM, belly's growlin' somethin' fierce and mean Ain't no fancy eatin', but the price sure is a dream Neon sign a-buzzin', callin' out to lost souls like me Welcome to the Greasy Spoon, where the wild ones roam carefree
Hashbrowns scattered, grits galore, eggs a bit too runny.
Prison stripes and thirsty fellas, a sight both sad and funny.
Booze for breakfast is the trade, stories flowin' smooth and strong.
Greasy Spoon after midnight, where right and wrong get all mixed along.
Loretta knows our tricks, a sly grin 'cross her face Bottle tucked beneath the table, gets us eats with extra grace Truckers spinnin' yarns, eyes bloodshot and weary Inmates dreamin' 'bout the outside, their hunger deep and dreary
Hashbrowns scattered, grits galore, eggs a bit too runny.
Prison stripes and thirsty fellas, a sight both sad and funny.
Booze for breakfast is the trade, stories flowin' smooth and strong.
Greasy Spoon after midnight, where right and wrong get all mixed along.
Jukebox whines a mournful tune, matchin' the ache in our hearts.
We're all searchin' for a somethin',
A full stomach or fresh starts.
Share a swig with the workin' crew, a toast to them on life's edge.
The Greasy Spoon's our outlaw haven, where rules fade and spirits pledge.
Hashbrowns scattered, grits galore, eggs a bit too runny.
Prison stripes and thirsty fellas, a sight both sad and funny.
Booze for breakfast is the trade, stories flowin' smooth and strong.
Greasy Spoon after midnight, where right and wrong get all mixed along.
Hashbrowns scattered, grits galore, eggs a bit too runny.
Prison stripes and thirsty fellas, a sight both sad and funny.
Booze for breakfast is the trade, stories flowin' smooth and strong.
Greasy Spoon after midnight, where right and wrong get all mixed along.
Loretta knows our tricks, a sly grin 'cross her face Bottle tucked beneath the table, gets us eats with extra grace Truckers spinnin' yarns, eyes bloodshot and weary Inmates dreamin' 'bout the outside, their hunger deep and dreary
Hashbrowns scattered, grits galore, eggs a bit too runny.
Prison stripes and thirsty fellas, a sight both sad and funny.
Booze for breakfast is the trade, stories flowin' smooth and strong.
Greasy Spoon after midnight, where right and wrong get all mixed along.
Jukebox whines a mournful tune, matchin' the ache in our hearts.
We're all searchin' for a somethin',
A full stomach or fresh starts.
Share a swig with the workin' crew, a toast to them on life's edge.
The Greasy Spoon's our outlaw haven, where rules fade and spirits pledge.
Hashbrowns scattered, grits galore, eggs a bit too runny.
Prison stripes and thirsty fellas, a sight both sad and funny.
Booze for breakfast is the trade, stories flowin' smooth and strong.
Greasy Spoon after midnight, where right and wrong get all mixed along.
Writer: Jimmy Huynh
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid