It used to be you and me
Settin' fire downtown Friday nights
You hit like a fireball shot
When you dressed up to the nines
Late night lovin'
Tipsy kissin', no sleepin'
Your touch got me goin'
Wore me out every weekend
With top dollar drinks
Top 40 DJ's
Now it's cheap beer
And whatever the corner jukebox plays
I went from calling us a cab
To seeing who's free
Shoulder to shoulder
To Jack, Jim, and me
Half hour drink lines
In nothin' but standin' room
To me and my boys
Slow sippin' on wooden stools
I know it's just a few miles
Down the road, but it seems so far
You're still burnin' up the dance floor
And I'm down at the dive bar
These days I stay out
And drink a whole lot 'bout nothin'
That last call light leaves me
Whiskey whisperin' wonderin'
Liquor clear clarity that
You never cared for me
And I hate to admit it but
That's just my reality
Reality
...Is
I went from calling us a cab
To seeing who's free
Shoulder to shoulder
To Jack, Jim, and me
Half hour drink lines
In nothin' but standin' room
To me and my boys
Slow sippin' on wooden stools
I know it's just a few miles
Down the road, but it seems so far
You're still burnin' up the dance floor
And I'm down at the dive bar
Yeah, I'm down at the dive
I can't bring myself to be
Where I know I'm gonna see you
It's only gonna beat me down
I don't wanna go home
'Cuz I don't wanna be alone
So I'm throwin' back another round
I went from calling us a cab
To seeing who's free
Shoulder to shoulder
To Jack, Jim, and me
Half hour drink lines
In nothin' but standin' room
To me and my boys
Slow sippin' on them wooden stools
I know it's just a few miles
Down the road, but it seems so far
You're still burnin' up the dance floor
And I'm down at the dive bar
I'm down at the dive bar
Dance Floor Dive Bar Video (MV)
Performed By: Justin Cook
Language: English
Length: 3:16
Written by: Bobby Cook, John Rhey, Mary Kutter, Paul Wrock
Justin Cook - Dance Floor Dive Bar Lyrics
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It used to be you and me
Settin' fire downtown Friday nights
You hit like a fireball shot
When you dressed up to the nines
Late night lovin'
Tipsy kissin', no sleepin'
Your touch got me goin'
Wore me out every weekend
With top dollar drinks
Top 40 DJ's
Now it's cheap beer
And whatever the corner jukebox plays
I went from calling us a cab
To seeing who's free
Shoulder to shoulder
To Jack, Jim, and me
Half hour drink lines
In nothin' but standin' room
To me and my boys
Slow sippin' on wooden stools
I know it's just a few miles
Down the road, but it seems so far
You're still burnin' up the dance floor
And I'm down at the dive bar
These days I stay out
And drink a whole lot 'bout nothin'
That last call light leaves me
Whiskey whisperin' wonderin'
Liquor clear clarity that
You never cared for me
And I hate to admit it but
That's just my reality
Reality
...Is
I went from calling us a cab
To seeing who's free
Shoulder to shoulder
To Jack, Jim, and me
Half hour drink lines
In nothin' but standin' room
To me and my boys
Slow sippin' on wooden stools
I know it's just a few miles
Down the road, but it seems so far
You're still burnin' up the dance floor
And I'm down at the dive bar
Yeah, I'm down at the dive
I can't bring myself to be
Where I know I'm gonna see you
It's only gonna beat me down
I don't wanna go home
'Cuz I don't wanna be alone
So I'm throwin' back another round
I went from calling us a cab
To seeing who's free
Shoulder to shoulder
To Jack, Jim, and me
Half hour drink lines
In nothin' but standin' room
To me and my boys
Slow sippin' on them wooden stools
I know it's just a few miles
Down the road, but it seems so far
You're still burnin' up the dance floor
And I'm down at the dive bar
I'm down at the dive bar
Settin' fire downtown Friday nights
You hit like a fireball shot
When you dressed up to the nines
Late night lovin'
Tipsy kissin', no sleepin'
Your touch got me goin'
Wore me out every weekend
With top dollar drinks
Top 40 DJ's
Now it's cheap beer
And whatever the corner jukebox plays
I went from calling us a cab
To seeing who's free
Shoulder to shoulder
To Jack, Jim, and me
Half hour drink lines
In nothin' but standin' room
To me and my boys
Slow sippin' on wooden stools
I know it's just a few miles
Down the road, but it seems so far
You're still burnin' up the dance floor
And I'm down at the dive bar
These days I stay out
And drink a whole lot 'bout nothin'
That last call light leaves me
Whiskey whisperin' wonderin'
Liquor clear clarity that
You never cared for me
And I hate to admit it but
That's just my reality
Reality
...Is
I went from calling us a cab
To seeing who's free
Shoulder to shoulder
To Jack, Jim, and me
Half hour drink lines
In nothin' but standin' room
To me and my boys
Slow sippin' on wooden stools
I know it's just a few miles
Down the road, but it seems so far
You're still burnin' up the dance floor
And I'm down at the dive bar
Yeah, I'm down at the dive
I can't bring myself to be
Where I know I'm gonna see you
It's only gonna beat me down
I don't wanna go home
'Cuz I don't wanna be alone
So I'm throwin' back another round
I went from calling us a cab
To seeing who's free
Shoulder to shoulder
To Jack, Jim, and me
Half hour drink lines
In nothin' but standin' room
To me and my boys
Slow sippin' on them wooden stools
I know it's just a few miles
Down the road, but it seems so far
You're still burnin' up the dance floor
And I'm down at the dive bar
I'm down at the dive bar
Writer: Bobby Cook, John Rhey, Mary Kutter, Paul Wrock
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., EMPIRE PUBLISHING