Album ‘Screen Door’

Contributed by Scott Steinocher

Lookin out the screen doorthrough the smoke into youreyes

Lookin out the screen door through the smoke into youreyes

You’resmilin through the screen door darlinits worth ten thousand goodbyes

I’m cleanin up the tables at the bar-b-q tonight

I’m cleanin up the tables at the bar-b-q tonight

I’m lookin out the screen door where your face comes in the light

You said you loved the tool pusher cause he bought you a ring

You said you loved the tool pusher cause he bought you a ring

I pledged my love a thousand times still you’re hidin behind the coke bottle machine

I make a wish when you’re not watchin but I keep my fingers crossed

Yeah its only wishful thinkin but I keep my fingers crossed

While you take the old mans orders on the checkered table cloth

You ask me what have I got darlin when I go back home

You ask me what have I got darlin when I go back home

I got a trash sack full of rib bones and a pocket full of songs

And they’re all for you

You’re waiting for the tool pusher I’m turnin out the lights

You’re waiting for the tool pusher I’m turnin out the lights

He’s got Kilgore on his collar you know how you can tell he’s got a lipstick stain tonight

I got grease from washin dishes you got a nametag on your chest

I got grease from washin dishes you got a nametag on your chest

You’re walkin out the screen door and the smoke is all that’s left

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Intro:

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Lost my first wife to a woman,
Lost my second to a man.
Lost my third wife to my cousin,
Lost my fifth wife to my aunt.

Said you gotta train them girls like bulldogs, boys,
If you wanna keep ‘em around.
I got a case of Old Milwaukee,
She won’t never let me down.

Chorus:
I like to drink ‘em with my friends around.
I like to suck ‘em back till I hit the ground.
They’re here with me and
They’ll be here till the end.
Well the wife and the kids and the dogs are gone,
I can’t get Jesus on the phone,
But Old Milwaukee’s Best is my best friend.

They say Old Milwaukee ain’t the best way
For the American boy to go.
I got a dually pickup truck,
I got ten miles of open road.

My windshield’s marked with gravel
And my rearview is streaked with tears.
I got the pages of Larry Flint
To show me the honeys of the year.

Chorus

Solo

Oil prices are droppin’ now,
And my third wife had enough of that.
She ran off to the holy land with Yassir Arafat.
He’s got thirteen girls in a harem,
He’s got carpets and bags and beads,
And I got a 12-pack of Old Milwaukee
I got one more trick up my sleeve.

Chorus

Well my daddy was a preacher
In church full of old outlaws.
I’ve got about as much fear of Satan
As I’ve got of Santa Claus.

And I’ve read the Revelations,
I’m not worried in the least.
I got three six-packs of Old Milwaukee
And the number of the beast.

Chorus

Old Milwaukee’s Best is my best friend.

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