Tie One On
  (W. Seth Russell-Hal Cope)
 
 
5:01 and the day is done, the Rat Race is over, nobody won.
I shoot outta my chair like a bullet from a gun.
Like a wound up spring that was already sprung.
No clock, no brains, just like when I was young.
Oh yeah! I was a son of a gun.
 


I used to know so much, more than I know now.
I was the man had a plan, and yet somehow,
All the deals went sour, I live for Happy Hour.
 
(Chorus)
Let’s tie one on.
Let’s not go home.
Let’s tie one on.
Let’s tie one on.
Let’s!
 
(Solo)
 
Spittin’ like a prophet on my bar stool throne always askin’ questions.
Why don’t they leave me alone?
This place is my castle, but The Queen’s on the phone.
She’s talkin’ ‘bout the kids need shoes, and the taxes are way overdue.
 
Her mother’s movin in ‘cause were livin’ in sin
Fix the car, mend the fence, fix the dog , slop the hog
Patch the roof, chop some wood, dig a hole,
To bury me in.
 
(Chorus)
Let’s tie one on.
Let’s not go home.
Let’s tie one on.
Let’s tie one on.

Tie One On
(W. Seth Russell-Hal Cope)
Forbidden Pig Music
BMI Admin. by Bmg Music Group

Personnel:
Billy Bacon: Vocal, Bass, Drums
Hal Cope: Vocals, Guitars, Drums

Recorded at:
Swine Song Studio, Granite Shoals, TX.