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"I know a magical place to get a taste Of a little heaven on earth It's just a watering hole but many a soul Go there to quench their thirst When my whistle's dry there's nowhere That I can think of I'd rather be It's called the blue moon tap room Yessirree, yessirree It has thirty cent draws And that's because they only cost Tony two-bits See it's Tony's joint and he makes it a point To let every poor bum get lit He's a drunk's Patron Saint and he won't hesitate To fix you some supper for free It's called the Blue Moon Tap Room Yessirree, yessirree Each morning at eight it opens it's gates For all of my buddies and me With our foots on the rail and our buckets of ale We tell stories that no one believes We spit and we cuss at the lives that left us Then toast to our freedom with glee It's called the blue moon tap room Yessirree, yessirree I sit tight each night 'til they turn up the lights Empty my last one and leave Then squint my eyes at the dawn in the sky As people walk by on the street God only knows where it is they go But there's only one place for me And that's where you'll find me 'Cause it's called the Blue Moon Tap Room Yessirree, yessirree "