Moonshine

I breathe better in a smoke-filled room

I sleep better in the afternoon

When I go home, it's a motel room

Moonshine on me, moonshine on you

I breathe better in a smoke-filled room

I sleep better in the afternoon

When I go home, it's a motel room

Moonshine on me, moonshine on you

I roamed away from home to make it on the microphone

Skills shine like the dawn, still the night brings a cold chill

The moon's full as Boone pulls up to a dingy dive bar

A place even the waitress' face has got an eye scar

Fleetwood Mac on the jukebox on a slow night

Lady behind the bar got a pack of Marlboro Lights

Rolled up in her sleeve, stockin' the cooler

I park it on the stool, she said, "What you need?" I said, "What you got?"

I said, "Make it a Jack and Coke," she said, "Okay, and where you stayin'?"

Said, "I'm layin' my head across the street at The Holiday Inn"

I asked what time they close, she said, "You can stay 'til the a.m."

Said, "Ain't you Danny Boone, the man that rocks the planet?

Bet your pen signed more titties than eyeballs saw Janet's"

I said, "Damn it! Why don't we get out of this bar, grab a bottle?"

She dropped her apron, said, "I'll meet you at the car"

She stepped out in the moonshine lookin' like a star

I breathe better in a smoke-filled room

I sleep better in the afternoon

When I go home, it's a motel room

Moonshine on me, moonshine on you

I breathe better in a smoke-filled room

I sleep better in the afternoon

When I go home, it's a motel room

Moonshine on me, moonshine on you

I love my smoke-filled rooms, dive bar saloons

I love the ladies' undergarments on the knotty pine roofs

I never liked the last call, my happy hour's at noon

I drink my Jack out the bottle like a bottle of Boones

Hey, lady with the broom, can you play some Johnny Cash?

Here's a couple dollars for you, for your coaster and glass

She wiped the dust of the bottle, gave me a single barrel mash

Said, "I sip my liquor quicker than your cigarette'll ash"

I hit the bathroom stall, names upon the wall

Conversations with my alcohol seem to be long

I'm contemplatin', takin' time to give my lady a call

Or I'm chasin' down the devil with my latest Jäger Bomb

I told my broad, "I'm on a drinkin' binge, I'm at it again"

'Cause I love the way she tastes, I love the squeak of the hinge

So when the brass doors open and the smoke seeps in

I hit the bed with my bottle, you can bet we sleepin' in, 'cause

I breathe better in a smoke-filled room

I sleep better in the afternoon

When I go home, it's a motel room

Moonshine on me, moonshine on you

I breathe better in a smoke-filled room

I sleep better in the afternoon

When I go home, it's a motel room

Moonshine on me, moonshine on you

I love that kinda place

Where the neon lights chase away all the problems that we all face

When I park it on a stool, I get the kinda feelin'

Take a sip, look up, see dollar bills on the ceilin'

Hear the crack of a cue ball breakin' a rack

Hear a group full of friends laughin' in the back

Then it hits me like a brick as I wash one down

This the kind of bar that reminds me of my town

If these walls could talk, I know they'd say the same thing

Watched us grow up and how we all had to change

In my 21st, drink all them shots together

I remember how you said that we'd always last forever

Well, that didn't work, babe, and I couldn't breathe

It gave me shelter from the storm when I was in need

So I'ma light a cigarette and give you one more minute

Take another shot of Beam when I'm finished reminiscin', 'cause

I breathe better in a smoke-filled room

I sleep better in the afternoon

When I go home, it's a motel room

Moonshine on me, moonshine on you

I breathe better in a smoke-filled room

I sleep better in the afternoon

When I go home, it's a motel room

Moonshine on me, moonshine on you