Fall City

Fall city in the winter,
At the raging river bar.
Shannon she enjoys the company
When the locals start to get a bit too rowdy
She’s a mother to anyone whose dancing
With a drink, you got something on your mind
Tell mama but the bar closes at three

We got a breakdown on the highway
And we’re holding up a string a trucks
But my old man he’ll take care of us,
He’s got a baseball hat to hold up the hood.
He knows a friend of a friend who’ll give us a jump if we get stuck
We never been too good with our money

Or should I say the money
Ain’t never been good to us.
We’ll put a tip jar up at the market
Get us half a good tank of gas
We may not have much but
We have something to talk about

And when the music’s playing
This little light of mine it won’t ever burn out.
You’ve got troubles on your mind
Sing a tune, and let those troubles out