Binance

Tip Jar (Ballard Frankie)

Me and the boys, we played every frat house and dive We rocked the Razorbacks of halls and the Crimps of tide We were down and destined when she walked up to the stage Dropped a note in the tip jar, blew a kiss and walked away I counted two hundred dollars, one request for the Grateful Dead A couple bottle caps, a business card, and a perfume note that said I love hurricanes and romance, guitars cranked up on ten Waking up with the sunset, and hanging here at the Hog's Breath Lighters raised up in the smoke rings, the sunburn on some new ink Hearing Drift Away while you sing, and kissing beneath the stars Oh man you find all kind of things in a tip jar I held her that summer, living on borrowed time Cause once September comes, everybody says goodbye Now it's the last show and here she comes to the stage Dropped a snapshot in the tip jar, blew a kiss and walked away I counted five hundred dollars, one request for the Grateful Dead And a picture of her with those long tan legs, and on the back it said I love hurricanes and romance, guitars cranked up on ten Waking up with the sunset, and hanging here at the Hog's Breath Lighters raised up in the smoke rings, the sunburn on some new ink Hearing Drift Away while you sing, baby take care of my heart Man you find all kind of things in a tip jar I see lighters raised in the smoke rings, and sunburn on some new ink Playing Drift Away but I can't sing, as she slips off to the dark Man you find all kind of things in a tip jar Yeah you find all kind of things in a tip jar