Whisky and Darts

Verse 1: Well, I walked into that old roadhouse, just past quarter to five, With a dollar in my pocket, feelin' barely alive. Saw a stool by the bar, and I took me a seat, Ordered up some brown liquor, for the pain in my feet. Chorus: Brown liquor and darts, in this old smoky bar, Ain't no fancy cocktails, just whiskey and scars. With a dart in my hand and a shot of good cheer, I'm drownin' my sorrows, forgettin' my fears. Verse 2: Met a girl named Sally, with a smile like the sun, She had a pack of darts, and she offered me one. We talked about life, love, and our dreams, As the jukebox played our favorite country schemes. Chorus: Brown liquor and darts, in this old smoky bar, Ain't no fancy cocktails, just whiskey and scars. With a dart in my hand and a shot of good cheer, I'm drownin' my sorrows, forgettin' my fears. Bridge: The night got late, and the crowd thinned out, But Sally and me, we had no doubt. We'd be back tomorrow, same time and place, With brown liquor and darts, and a smile on our face. Chorus: Brown liquor and darts, in this old smoky bar, Ain't no fancy cocktails, just whiskey and scars. With a dart in my hand and a shot of good cheer, I'm drownin' my sorrows, forgettin' my fears. Met a girl named Sally, with a smile like the sun, She had a pack of darts, and she offered me one. Outro: So raise your glass high, to nights we'll never forget, With brown liquor and darts, there ain't no regrets. In this old roadhouse, where the stories are spun, We'll drink and we'll laugh until the morning sun.