Snug Harbor Lounge
words and music by Jackson Rohm

So drink them down in the parking lot
Shine up that fake I.D.
Everyone knows when the weekend comes
It’s the only place to be

At the Snug Harbor Lounge, bellied up to the bar
At the Snug Harbor Lounge, everyone know who you are
For three bucks at the door, until a quarter to four,
You can drink until you drown
At the Snug Harbor Lounge

My friends and I hang in the pool room
We’ve been coming here since we were sixteen
And the tourist girls come for the summertime
And some of them never leave

At the Snug Harbor Lounge, bellied up to the bar
At the Snug Harbor Lounge, everyone knows who you are
The bartender won’t smile and it’ll take him a while
If you’re not from our town
At the Snug Harbor Lounge

Yeah the regulars have been here for years
They’re trading their youth and their lives
For whiskey and beer

At the Snug Harbor Lounge, bellied up to the bar
At the Snug Harbor Lounge, everyone knows who you are
And the bands that they pay are usually too drunk to play
When last call rolls around
At the Snug Harbor Lounge
Snug Harbor Lounge