Fall City in the winter
At the Raging River Bar
Shannon, she enjoys company, when the locals start to get a bit rowdy
She's a mother to anyone who's dancing with a drink
You got something on your mind, tell mama but the bar closes at three
We got a breakdown on the highway, and we're holding up a string of trucks
But my old man, he'll take care of us he's got a baseball hat to hold up the hood
He knows a friend of a friend who'll give us a jump if we get stuck
We never been too good with our money
Or should I say the money ain't never been good to us
We'll put a tip jar up at the market, get us half a good tank of us
We may not have much but we have something to talk about
And when the music's playing, this little light of mine it won't ever burn out
You've got troubles on your mind, sing a tune, and let those troubles out
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Fall City in the winter
At the Raging River Bar
Shannon, she enjoys company, when the locals start to get a bit rowdy
She's a mother to anyone who's dancing with a drink
You got something on your mind, tell mama but the bar closes at three
We got a breakdown on the highway, and we're holding up a string of trucks
But my old man, he'll take care of us he's got a baseball hat to hold up the hood
He knows a friend of a friend who'll give us a jump if we get stuck
We never been too good with our money
Or should I say the money ain't never been good to us
We'll put a tip jar up at the market, get us half a good tank of us
We may not have much but we have something to talk about
And when the music's playing, this little light of mine it won't ever burn out
You've got troubles on your mind, sing a tune, and let those troubles out
At the Raging River Bar
Shannon, she enjoys company, when the locals start to get a bit rowdy
She's a mother to anyone who's dancing with a drink
You got something on your mind, tell mama but the bar closes at three
We got a breakdown on the highway, and we're holding up a string of trucks
But my old man, he'll take care of us he's got a baseball hat to hold up the hood
He knows a friend of a friend who'll give us a jump if we get stuck
We never been too good with our money
Or should I say the money ain't never been good to us
We'll put a tip jar up at the market, get us half a good tank of us
We may not have much but we have something to talk about
And when the music's playing, this little light of mine it won't ever burn out
You've got troubles on your mind, sing a tune, and let those troubles out
Writer: Courtney Marie Andrews
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