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BAR TALK



Credits
Lyric Credits: Sam Cooper, Rob Wolf
Music Credits: Sam Cooper, Rob Wolf
Producer Credits: Sam Cooper
Publisher Credits: Jerricat Music (SESAC), Brooding Stud Music (ASCAP)
Performance Credits: Sam Cooper
Label Credits: Red Heart Records
Description
Short Song Description:
Getting told too many lies in too many bars.
Story Behind the Song:
Most performers who've played in bars run across someone who is trying to impress them and will say anything.
Metadata
Song Length 2:48
Primary Genre Unique-Comedy
Tempo / Feel Country-Americana
Tempo / Feel Slow (71 - 90)
Lead Vocal Male Vocal
Subject Matter 1 Lies
Subject Matter 2 Frustration
Mood 1 Composed
Mood 2 Enchanting
Similar Artist 1 Delbert McClinton
Similar Artist 2 Randy Newman
Language English
Era 2000 and later
Lyrics
BAR TALK
Music & lyrics by Rob Wolf and Sam Cooper ©2011
Brooding Stud Music (ASCAP)
Jerricat Music (SESAC)
615-469-4067 jericat@yahoo.com

Are they tellin' me just what I wanna hear,
Cause they think that I'll buy them another beer?
I'm thinkin' bout takin' me a little walk,
To get away from all the bar talk, bar talk.

Got all these wannabe's blowin' smoke,
Tellin' lies with their rum and their diet coke,
If their tall tales were true, then I'd be shocked,
Cause they're always talkin' bar talk, bar talk.

Flappin' their bubblegums to anyone,
Lettin' all the air out of all the fun.
They never know just when to quit,
Is there anybody here who ain't full of it?

Lemme tell you bout my vette and my girlfriends,
And my summer home up in the Hamptons,
My great grandma invented the tomahawk,
And I ain't talkin' bar talk, bar talk.

instrumental break to bridge music

Before Brad, I turned down Angeline Jolie,
She was devastated, wanted to stay with me.
Who taught that little tart how to stalk?
I swear it's true, this ain't bar talk, bar talk.

You can put me on the witness stand.
I'll take a polygraph test for ya man,
You can check all my vital signs,
I can dream, but that don't mean I'm lyin'.

After this one, I swear I'll pay my tab,
I loaned my vette to my mom, so I'll need a cab.
My chateau is too far for me to walk,
And I'm done with all the bar talk, bar talk.
The symphony I conducted was a little off,
When they played a little Bartok, Bartok,
I was Columbo before Peter Falk,
And I cured polio with Jonas Salk,
Write it down on the sidewalk with purple chalk,
That I ain't talkin' bar talk, bar talk.