Crowbar Hotel

C'mon love keep the juices flowing Drink up boys if you're feeling dry Are you seven by nine or tall and trough? We're going full split baby in the vaulting house While we dig our way through a hollow grave It's a hard row all the way down this southern scape, you might wish you'd stayed But you'll always be the fool to your crown We'll nail em to the counter three ways from sunday They'll find themselves in a pressing crave, half seas over hand and glove You can hang up the fiddle but it's never enough While we dig our way through a hollow grave It's a hard row all the way down this southern scape, you might wish you'd stayed But you'll always be the fool to your crown