down at the, Coal Bucket Saloon

motorcycles lining the parking lot,
as far as the eye can see,
from the distance you hear the rumblin’,
of more of them fillin’ the streets,

the main stage show might be over,
but the real fun’s bout to begin,
so round up all of them piggy’s,
head'em on back to the pen.

the dance floor looks like a barnyard,
fille with leather-clad, furry ol’ men,
and the girls are all shootin’ down whiskey,
workin’ the nerve to jump in,

the people here might not be pretty,
but a funner group you’ll never meet,
just a hootin’ and hollerin’ and carrying on,
as they’re all stompin’ their feet.

the boys here like to get rowdy,
so bouncers just give’m some room,
we don’t need no Patrick Swayze,
down at the … Coal Bucket Saloon.

now the place’s gettin’ crowded,
the girls have drunk up their nerve,
they’re headin’ out in the middle,
riling up all the herd,

you can hear the crowd getting louder,
the real show’s bout to begin,
the laws of acceptable behavior,
well here they’re able to bend.

when the girls start takin’ their clothes off,
fella’s just give’m some room,
things tend to get crazy,
down at the … Coal Bucket Saloon.

the dance floor looks like a barnyard,
filled with leather-clad, furry ol’ men,
and girls all shootin’ down whiskey,
workin’ the nerve to jump in,

people here might not be pretty,
but a funner group you’ll never meet,
just a hootin’ and hollerin’ and carrying on,
as they’re all stompin’ their feet.

people here like to get rowdy,
so everyone give’m some room,
everyone likes to get crazy,
down at the … Coal Bucket Saloon.