$12 Beers

There's a peace in the country

that I'd come to know.

Where the trees are all dancers

that swing to and fro.

But I'm dancing alone

at the end of my line.

and I'm swirled and I'm swallowed

by the big city times.

and I don't know

how much longer

I can make it

'round here,

because life in the city

is twelve dollar beers.

--

I told her I loved her

but she turned me away.

She was wild and free

and her heart would not sway.

'bout time for leavin'

but I can't find my bags.

and these high country clothes

feel like big city rags.

and I don't know

how much longer

I can make it

'round here,

because life in the city

is twelve dollar beers.

and I sit on this barstool

drowning my fears.

Broke down and busted

on twelve dollar beers.