Lidsville Dive by Philip Bosley

Dirty old bar with a fresh coat of paint
Playing your ass off, and no one's clappin'
Pretty sure the barmaid doesn't want a date
Pretty sure I just watched a drug deal happen

Pretty sure she's into me, but maybe she ain't

Lay it to rest with all the best-laid plans
Playing your damndest, they don't give a damn
Pretty sure the deal was three bills guaranteed
Pretty sure I'll only make eighty-five

Why did I pin my self-worth on playing a dive?

Six stacks of twenties all gone in a flash
I paid more for the gasoline than I did for my Strat
Keep stokin' the fire, I don't know if I can
Too cold to even be a flash in the pan

I'd be making more money with a mop in my hands
Than this fuckin' dive
Keepin' me alive
It beats toein' a line

• Americana
• Rock
• alt-country
• bitter
• blues
• drop d
• dropped d
• grunge
• indie rock
• shoegaze
• singer-songwriter
• Port Colborne