A song about Nathans favorite place to hang out.
Nathan Dean (BMI)
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My Kind of Bar
Well, walked into a bar couple miles from my house
First thing I see is someone getting thrown out
I thought to myself is this where you wanna be
And the devil inside had the answer for me
He said you never shy away from these kind of spots
Where the people are falling over from one to many shots
That’s my kind of Bar
Hell yeah that’s my kind of party
Oh the fellas get loud and the women get naughty
Yeah that’s my kind of bar that’s my kind of party
So I slide on in and take a spot at the bar
Listen to the band wail out on steel guitar
A girl walks up and asks for a dance
Man I swear she needed tools to slip into her pants
She starts bumping and grinding me all over the floor
And by the look on her face that isn’t all she has in store
Yeah that’s my kind of Bar
Hell yeah that’s my kind of party
Oh the fellas get drunk and the women get real naughty
Yeah that’s my kind of bar that’s my kind of party
Well everyone knows the kind of bar I’m talking about
Where getting in a fight is the only way to get kicked out
Theres no vip section or no charge at the door
And the bartenders don’t measure how much liquor the pour
Yeah that’s my kind of bar
Hell yeah that’s my kind of party
Oh the fellas fall down and the women are all hotties
Yeah that’s my kind of bar that’s my kind of party
Yeah that’s my kind of bar
Hell yeah that’s kind of party
Oh the fellas get loud and the women get naughty
Yeah that’s my kind of bar that’s my kind of party
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