Testo Tip jar Frankie Ballard

Tip jar

Me and the boys, we played every frat house and dive
We rocked the Razorbacks, the Vols and the Crimson Tide
We were down and destined when she walked up to the stage
Dropped a note in the tip jar, blew a kiss and walked away

I counted two hundred dollars, one request for the Grateful Dead
A couple bottle caps, a business card, and a perfume note that said:

'I love hurricanes and long-necks, and guitars cranked up on ten
Waking up with the sunset, and hanging here at the Hog's Breath
Lighters raised up in the smoke rings, the sunburn on some new ink
I'm hearing Drift Away while you sing, and kissing beneath the stars'
Oh man, you find all kind of things in a tip jar

I held her that summer, living on borrowed time
Cause once September comes, everybody says goodbye
Now it's the last show and here she comes to the stage
Dropped a snapshot in the tip jar, blew a kiss and walked away

I counted two hundred dollars, one request for the Grateful Dead
A couple bottle caps, a business card, and a perfume note that said:

'I love hurricanes and long-necks, and guitars cranked up on ten
Waking up with the sunset, and hanging here at the Hog's Breath
Lighters raised up in the smoke rings, the sunburn on some new ink
I'm hearing Drift Away while you sing, and kissing beneath the stars'
Oh man, you find all kind of things in a tip jar

I see lighters raised in the smoke rings, and sunburn on some new ink
I'm playing Drift Away but I can't sing, as she slips off into the dark
Man, you find all kind of things in a tip jar
Yeah, you find all kind of things in a tip jar