Damn Good in a Dive Bar

Dave in the corner doing karaoke

I walk in and everybody knows me

It's one of those places

Still looks smoky, and I look smokin'

This plain white tank top, it could be a black dress

Miller lite, champagne

Can't nobody care less

All the critics here are easy to impress, and don't I know it?

All eyes on the high-rise Levis in the low light

Boys say, "Hey there, ain't you a sight"

You can write my name in Sharpie on the wall

But you can't take me home and then call it last call

Two dollar buzz, breaking neon hearts

I look pretty damn good in a dive bar

Brittney knows it's always pickle juice and vodka

Kitchen's closed? "Honey, don't worry, I got ya"

Pour me one more, even though I oughta not to

I don't really dance, but I might

All eyes on the high-rise Levis in the low light

Boys say, "Hey there, ain't you a sight"

You can write my name in Sharpie on the wall

But you can't take me home and then call it last call

Two dollar buzz, breaking neon hearts

I look pretty damn good in a dive bar

The red lipstick on the bathroom mirror

The "Maybe I don't give a shit" atmosphere

Mama raised me humble, but I can't lie

I look pretty damn good in here

I look pretty damn good

All eyes on the high-rise Levis in the low light

Boys say, "Hey there, ain't you a sight"

You can write my name in Sharpie on the wall

But you can't take me home and then call it last call

Two dollar buzz, breaking neon hearts

I look pretty damn good in a dive bar

I look pretty damn good in a dive bar