LYRIC FOR SALE

By Andy Shipp

Walking in the midday sun
To place I know well
Where the beers cold
And the music flows
It’s where I’ll spend my day
It’s where I’ll spend my day
As I take a seat
Just in the shade
Watching the world pass by
As the beer soothes my throat
Down at
Old Bobs Back Yard
Old Bobs Back Yard
That’s where you’ll find me
Down at
Old Bobs Back Yard

As the sun goes down
I’ll take myself inside
Where there’s always
A lively crowd
And neon signs
Above the bar
Says
Live music everyday
Free beer tomorrow
At
Old Bobs Back Yard
Old Bobs Back Yard
And the sawdust on the floor
Really adds to it all
Down at
Old Bobs Back Yard
Old Bobs Back Yard
That’s where you’ll find me
Down at
Old Bobs Back Yard
Yeah
That’s where you’ll find me
Down at
Old Bobs Back Yard

The stage is to the right
That’s where you get
All sorts down
Every
Sunday and Wednesday night
For the open mic
Hoping this is the time
Fames in the crowd
Down at
Old Bobs Back Yard
Old Bobs Back Yard

That’s where you’ll find me
Down at
Old Bobs Back Yard
Yeah
That’s where you’ll find me
Down at
Old Bobs Back Yard