Well I ain’t exactly been what you call your all American girl, Some too many truckers took me home. I’ll admit my life reads just like a paperback, Some of what I’ve done I say is wrong.
(Chorus:) But I say clean your own tables boys and bring out the beer Cause I ain’t gonna do it this time And drink to a used to be bar maid And be the man that I choose to be mine.
Well he ain’t exactly been what you call your all American boy, Done time in Frisco and LA. Some of you have taken pride in what I am, Heard you cussin’ each decision that I made.
(Chorus:) I say clean your own tables boys and bring out the beer Cause I ain’t gonna do it this time And drink to a used to be bar maid And be the man that I choose to be mine.
I say clean your own tables boys and bring out the beer Cause I ain’t gonna do it this time And drink to a used to be bar maid And be the man that I choose to be mine.
Boys if you’re able clean your own tables And let me take care of mine.