Skynyrd’s Number 4874

It's Monday night and I am singing
On this makeshift stage that’s swinging
Every time my foot goes in the air

The one guy who was listening
Took off when I broke a string
Stumbling out, he tripped over my cord
Screw this pit, I'm through with it, I ain't playing here no more

All night long it’s happy hour
Half price off of whiskey sours
Anything to get 'em through the door

I sing my pretty tunes
To this troglodyte saloon
Where the best that I can hope for is to just be ignored
Screw this pit, I'm through with it, I ain't playing here no more
Screw this pit, I'm through with it

It's my name on the bar marquee
But Nascar's on the bar TV
And guess which one is taking center stage

I suppose that's for the best
With all the MAGA hats and hunting vests
Hearing me would start a civil war
Screw this pit, I’m through with it, I ain’t playing here no more

There's a rat that’s crawling on the table
Chewing on my power cable
The worst part is that no one seems to care

The bathroom reeks of Axe and vomit
The toilet has got no seat on it
But everyone just seems to use the floor
Screw this pit, I'm through with it, I ain't playing here no more
Screw this pit, I'm through with it

The cretin in the corner
With attention deficit disorder
Won’t stop shouting terrible requests

I'm glad you think that Freebird rocks
Here's a quarter, there's the jukebox
Skynyrd's number 4874
Screw this pit, I'm through with it, I ain't playing here no more

The night is finally over
It's last call and time to go and I have
Never been so tired in my life

I collect my little paycheck
Then I settle up my tab and give them
Every dime they paid me, then some more
Screw this pit, I'm through with it, I ain't playing here no more
Screw this pit, I'm through with it