ThomasRedheart

<p><strong>If This Bar Could Talk</strong></p><p><strong>Lyrics By: Thomas W. Peterson AKA RedHeart&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>&nbsp;©COPYRIGHT 6-4-25 All Rights Reserved ©</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>(Verse 1)</strong></p><p><strong>Neon light spills on the floor, same old buzz I've heard before</strong></p><p><strong>This ol' barstool knows my name, seen a thousand Friday night games</strong></p><p><strong>Old Man Hank, he built this place, with calloused hands and a smiling face</strong></p><p><strong>Back in '68, the sign went up, poured the first cold beer in a chipped tin cup</strong></p><p><strong>He'd tell you 'bout the oil boom days, the wildcatters in a whiskey haze</strong></p><p><strong>And the night the sheriff's prize pig got loose, right here, sippin' on orange juice.</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>(Chorus)</strong></p><p><strong>If this bar could talk, oh the tales it would tell</strong></p><p><strong>'Bout the heartaches healed and the ones that fell</strong></p><p><strong>Through the bottom of a glass, or into someone's arms</strong></p><p><strong>Of whispered secrets and false alarms</strong></p><p><strong>Every crack in the wood, every stain on the ground</strong></p><p><strong>Holds a story lost and a memory found</strong></p><p><strong>Yeah, if this bar could talk, it'd sing you a country song.</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>(Verse 2)</strong></p><p><strong>See that corner booth, by the dartboard's gleam?</strong></p><p><strong>That's where young love lived out a teenage dream</strong></p><p><strong>Sarah and Johnny, carved their names so deep</strong></p><p><strong>Swore forever was a promise they would keep</strong></p><p><strong>Heard their laughter, saw their first sweet kiss</strong></p><p><strong>Then the tearful goodbye, with a love they'd miss</strong></p><p><strong>He went off to war, she waited day by day</strong></p><p><strong>This ol' bar saw her hope slowly fade away.</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>(Chorus)</strong></p><p><strong>If this bar could talk, oh the tales it would tell</strong></p><p><strong>'Bout the heartaches healed and the ones that fell</strong></p><p><strong>Through the bottom of a glass, or into someone's arms</strong></p><p><strong>Of whispered secrets and false alarms</strong></p><p><strong>Every crack in the wood, every stain on the ground</strong></p><p><strong>Holds a story lost and a memory found</strong></p><p><strong>Yeah, if this bar could talk, it'd sing you a country song.</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>(Verse 3)</strong></p><p><strong>Remember Big Joe, with a temper quick and hot?</strong></p><p><strong>Fist flew over politics, or a parking spot</strong></p><p><strong>Chairs went flyin', glass went crashin' down</strong></p><p><strong>Then they'd shake hands 'fore the next damn round</strong></p><p><strong>And the poker nights, in the smoky back room haze</strong></p><p><strong>Where fortunes were won in a gambling daze</strong></p><p><strong>Lifelong buddies, made right here at the rail</strong></p><p><strong>Sharing triumphs and every little fail.</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>(Verse 4)</strong></p><p><strong>There was Rosie, danced on tables bold and bright</strong></p><p><strong>Lit the whole place up, like a Saturday night</strong></p><p><strong>Found her true love here, then lost him to the road</strong></p><p><strong>This ol' bar soaked up every tear that flowed</strong></p><p><strong>Seen proposals whispered, rings slipped on a hand</strong></p><p><strong>And divorce papers signed, a love turned into sand</strong></p><p><strong>From christenings celebrated to wakes held in gloom</strong></p><p><strong>This bar's held every feeling in this room.</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>(Chorus)</strong></p><p><strong>If this bar could talk, oh the tales it would tell</strong></p><p><strong>'Bout the heartaches healed and the ones that fell</strong></p><p><strong>Through the bottom of a glass, or into someone's arms</strong></p><p><strong>Of whispered secrets and false alarms</strong></p><p><strong>Every crack in the wood, every stain on the ground</strong></p><p><strong>Holds a story lost and a memory found</strong></p><p><strong>Yeah, if this bar could talk, it'd sing you a country song.</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>(Bridge)</strong></p><p><strong>Years keep turnin', faces come and go</strong></p><p><strong>But the spirit lingers, puts on a familiar show</strong></p><p><strong>The laughter echoes, the sad songs still play</strong></p><p><strong>This bar just watches, come what may.</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>(Outro)</strong></p><p><strong>Yeah, these walls have ears, and this floor has eyes</strong></p><p><strong>Full of hellos and long goodbyes</strong></p><p><strong>If this bar could talk, you'd sit here all night long</strong></p><p><strong>Listenin' to its rambling, rowdy, country song.</strong></p><p><strong>If this bar could talk... it surely would.</strong></p>