Exes At A Bar In Texas
By That Beach Sound Cartel
[Verse 1]
I walked into a beach bar
On the island of South Padre,
After fishin’ and windsurfin’
Out in Laguna Madre.
Waitin’ on my buddies,
Thirsty as hell,
When I spotted an old girlfriend
Mixing drinks behind the well.
Five years gone and vanished,
Thought I’d never see her face,
So I pulled my hat down lower
And slipped into the place.
Ordered up a Crown Royal,
Hoping she’d pass me by,
She slid it right across the bar…
And never looked me in the eye.
[Chorus]
Who would’ve thunk it?
A girl from years ago,
Workin’ at a bar in Texas,
Shoot, she’s from Orlando.
Who would’ve thunk it?
What are the odds of this?
An ex-girlfriend behind the bar…
And I ain’t even buzzed yet.
[Verse 2]
I turned around, my back towards the bar
Place was packed and crazy loud,
Nearly spit out all my whiskey
I saw another ex, in the crowd.
There she was a waitressin’,
Carryin’ trays and beer,
This one might remember me…
We broke up just last year.
I was huntin’ deer in Colorado
When she called me on the phone,
We had one of those conversations
And suddenly I was single and alone.
Wait a minute…
What’s she doin’ here?
She’s from Daytona.
[Chorus]
Who would’ve thunk it?
Two girls from my past,
Workin’ at a bar in Texas,
And this night is movin’ fast.
Who would’ve thunk it?
This can’t be happenin’ again,
One ex from Orlando, the other Daytona…
Dang it, I just walked in.
[Verse 3]
I started to get worried,
I knew that either one could make a scene,
Both the bartender and the waitress
Could get pretty mean.
But as I looked around,
Checking out the scene,
Saw a third ex, this one's from Miami
Man, I think I walked into a time machine.
She was singing on stage,
And not that dumb karaoke.
She was the bands lead singer,
Singing, “Okie From Muskogee.”
What in the cornbread hell,
Who would’ve thunk it?
Three exes from Florida,
workin’ at a bar in Texas,
I’m about to get drunk in.
[Final Chorus]
What in the cornbread hell,
Who would’ve thunk it?
Three exes from Florida,
workin’ at a bar in Texas,
I’m about to get drunk in.
One’s pourin’ whiskey,
One’s carryin’ beer,
One’s singin’ Merle Haggard…
I need to leave before they know I’m here.
They didn’t know each other before,
At least I’m pretty sure of that.
Lord, I need another shot…
Where in the hell are my buddies at?
[Outro]
South Padre Island, aint this great…
Three ex-girlfriends…
All from the sunshine state….
One damn bar…
Well, butter my butt…
Tryin’ to finish my drink
Before somebody recognizes my truck.
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