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Mm
Three ways down the same old street
First born runs the bar on main street lane
Polishes the mugs while his wife arranges
Beer on tap and stew on the stove
Knows every regular every joke they told
Second brother teaches notes to kids
Tuning guitar strings where the sunlight sits
Quiet and steady soft in his ways
Sings old folk songs through the after days
Then there’s me the third in line
Woke up at noon with a headache fine
Suit on the chair another night to go
Everybody says I oughta take it slow
I hear the lectures I know right from wrong
Heard all the lines since I was young
Mama says settle Daddy says calm down
But my feet just walk the other way around
OH
Bar stools and guitar strings
Three sons under the same old wing
I know all the rules they’re tryna teach
But every night I’m still out on the street
Handshakes and wine the crowds and the calls
Drown out the voice that says I oughta pause
Bar stools and guitar strings
We live different lives same blood in our veins
EMM
OH OH OH
Evening hits the bar begins to fill
Brother two walks home from the school on the hill
I button my shirt shine up my shoes
Sister-in-law says “Boy don’t drink the blues”
I laugh and nod Say I’ll be home soon
Know damn well I’ll be gone ’til moon
Dinner parties Deals and small talk lies
Smile for the room while my insides die
They say I’m wild Say I throw my life away
But this is the path I chose to pave
OH
I hear the lectures I know right from wrong
Heard all the lines since I was young
Mama says settle Daddy says calm down
But my feet just walk the other way around
YO
Bar stools and guitar strings
Three sons under the same old wing
I know all the rules they’re tryna teach
But every night I’m still out on the street
Handshakes and wine The crowds and the calls
Drown out the voice that says I oughta pause
Bar Stools And Guitar Strings
We live different lives Same blood in our veins
EMM
OH OH OH
3 A M I stumble back to the bar
Brother one leaves a bowl Still warm from the jar
Brother two sits there Strums a slow tune
No need for words We all know the truth
We don’t judge the roads we each chose to ride
Some stay at home Some chase the wild side
At the end of day When the lights go low
We’re still three brothers That’s all we know
OH
Bar stools and guitar strings
Three sons under the same old wing
I know all the rules they’re tryna teach
But every night I’m still out on the street
Handshakes and wine The crowds and the calls
Drown out the voice that says I oughta pause
Bar stools and guitar strings
We live different Lives
SAME Blood In Our Veins
Same old street Three different doors
Same last name Different wars
Bar stools and guitar strings…
Mm
We’re all just doing our thing
OH
Yeah