Beer Drinker's Waltz
The band played and everyone talked
To the plain old beer drinker's waltz.
Well, they sweated and swore and they spat on the floor
Where the cigarette's butts were all thrown
They wrote on the wall and hid out from the law
And the whole gang were drunk drivin' home.
The band played and everyone talked
To the plain old beer drinker's waltz.
Some little snot ween who was barely sixteen
Played an out of tune Yamaha guitar
And old boy named Wink that brought his own drinks
Had his fiddles stoled out of his car.
The band played and everyone talked
To the plain old beer drinker's waltz.
--- Instrumental ---
The man tendin' bar told a boy on guitar
He was a drinkin' a little too much
They announced on the mike that they left on the lights
In a dark blue Chevrolet truck.
The band played and everyone talked
To the plain old beer drinker's waltz.
Well, somewhere in the heavens there's the 7-0-7
And they're servin' champagne in first class
Somewhere upstairs a child said its prayer
Over downstairs they're having a blast.
The band played and everyone talked
To the plain old beer drinker's waltz...
Valsa do Beberrão
A banda tocava e todo mundo conversava
Com a velha e simples valsa do beberrão.
Bom, eles suavam, xingavam e cuspiram no chão
Onde as bitucas de cigarro estavam jogadas
Escreviam na parede e se escondiam da lei
E a turma toda voltava pra casa bêbada.
A banda tocava e todo mundo conversava
Com a velha e simples valsa do beberrão.
Um moleque chato que mal tinha dezesseis
Tocava uma guitarra Yamaha desafinada
E um cara chamado Wink que trouxe suas bebidas
Teve seu violino roubado do carro.
A banda tocava e todo mundo conversava
Com a velha e simples valsa do beberrão.
--- Instrumental ---
O cara do bar disse a um menino na guitarra
Que ele estava bebendo um pouco demais
Anunciaram no microfone que deixaram as luzes
Em uma caminhonete Chevrolet azul escura.
A banda tocava e todo mundo conversava
Com a velha e simples valsa do beberrão.
Bom, em algum lugar nos céus está o 7-0-7
E eles estão servindo champanhe na primeira classe
Em algum lugar lá em cima uma criança fez sua oração
Enquanto lá embaixo a festa rolava solta.
A banda tocava e todo mundo conversava
Com a velha e simples valsa do beberrão...
Composição: Tom T. Hall