I wrote a song. No, I
can’t sing it. I can’t sing. No, I do not know how to play an instrument. I
just winged it.
It a country song so when you read it put a twang in it.
Here you go. Check it out.
Oh, yah this is a true story. This happened in my small town
I grow up in back in 1974
I got a tale to tell a tale to tell you all
She had just come home from her day job at the bar
Sit down sit down you all gota to hear it all
A smirk on her face told us it was going to be funny
It all started when A 67 Chevy came rolling into town
The two men must had been scoping it all outThey needed money for the bills they could not pay
There was a robbery a robbery in a small town
They got away with the money and the beerThey say the 67 Chevy never was found
There was a robbery a robbery in a small town
One was short and the other one was chunky
We never got a good look at their faceThey ran into the bartender on their way out
Grabbed the beer and pushed him back into the bank
They had tied up all the tellers and the banker
Disarmed the alarm and left the vault door swinging in the
windAsk your uncle Bobby he was there at the bank
All they left was a cloud of dust as they high tailed it out of town.
They say the 67 Chevy was never found
There was a robbery a robbery in a small town
Every Friday at exactly 3.00, the bank alarm would go off
And the bar tender heard the noise and came running over with the beer
Now this had been going on ever since I can remember
It was the way they would celebrate the ending of the week
Now who would have thought anything like this?
Sheriff says it could have been one of usAfter all, we are in the middle of nowhere
We have so few outsiders coming into town
There was a robbery in a small town
They go away with money and the beerThey say the 67 Chevy never was found
There was a robbery a robbery in a small town
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