Corner Bar - Uncle Kracker

Corner bar - Uncle Kracker
Once upon a time in the land of plenty
The land of lawyers guns and money
A funny little thing we all call greed
Brought my hometown down to its knees
A little bit worried 'bout the shape I'm in
Baby needs shoes and the wallet's thin
Got no gas or electricity
But everybody's singin' in harmony
Sell me up sell me down
I be sold out sittin' here hangin' around
Take my house take my car
But you can't take my seat at the corner bar
Take my crib take my car
But I'm keepin' my seat at the corner bar
No block party everybody's evicted
No street lights no runnin' liquids
I got no room on my credit card
And I'm three court dates
From the prison yard
My credit score's fallen
Like the New York Mets
There ain't a debt collector that
Ain't called yet
They say