As long as they serve beer,
I'll keep drinking here
Even if the bands as band as me at guitar
This is where I cut my teeth
And learned even the best get beat.
I know I owe it all to this bar
When I walk through the doors
Like one hundred times before
They know my name and what I like to drink
The smoking crowd outside
Are all drunk and country fried
And no one seems to care what you think
I've seen the finest bars, fit for movie stars
And I've been known to hit a barn dance when I can.
But nothing can compare to that raucous atmosphere in there.
This is where this boy became a man
When I was just a young punk,
Penniless and half drunk
They let me have my chance to shine.
Now I got my two cents
And I want to prevent
Losing that sweet home of mine
I tip my hat, to the Vat,
The last rock and roll dive.
Here's to you and Terry too
Lets keep this bar alive.
They don't build em like that these days,
And if they did I'd still come to this place
I tip my hat to the Vat
And the good ol days