Top Floor
by James Hyland
I got a tip jar
And there ain’t nothing in it
I play piano at a bar
With a bunch of cowboys drinking in it
They got ladies on the top floor
You could see em if you got a dime
You can gamble on Blackjack
Or on the blackberry moonshine
This place could steal you
It could rob you of your mind
No ones gonna care though
Long as you’re having a good time
They wanna hear Oh Susanna
Oh Susanna don’t you cry
There’s a girl here I’m in love with
She cut her hair off and it drove me wild
I bet she’s got tattoos
I bet she’s got tattoos everywhere
And when she wears them black boots
She knows I can’t help but stare
She doesn’t seem to mind though
I think she digs my songs
I like the way she looks at me
While she puts her lipstick on
Now back to the keys
When I play the Union songs
Gets half the crowd mad
But half singing along
They wanna hear Peggy O
Pretty Peggy O will you marry me
I brought your mamma guineas
And I set all your cities free
Then I burned down the towns
And helped build a railroad line
I stayed out west
Still trying to leave it all behind
So now I play this piano
I don’t give orders anymore
I only take requests
From the ladies on the top floor