One, two, three, four There's still a cigarette machine by the shuffleboard A coin-drop jukebox full of songs you don't hear much anymore Names and dates carved right into the tabletops An old pickle jar sittin' on the bar where your money goes Same old dudes every afternoon playin' dominoes Six bucks buys a cold beer and a shot And I pray time just forgets To turn places like this into Drive-thrus and condos Lord knows we need those Little holes in the wall For lost souls and old stray dogs God bless two-for-ones and broken hearts And cool little bars The faded paint is covered up with dollar bills From regulars and amateurs that all had time to kill It's cookie-cutter corporate on this street So, Lord, as I sit me down to drink I pray time just forgets To turn places like this into Drive-thrus and condos Lord knows we need those Little holes in the wall For lost souls and old stray dogs God bless two-for-ones and broken hearts And cool little bars Now I ain't sure how long this one's been around But I know for sure I'm on holy ground And I pray time just forgets To turn places like this into Drive-thrus and condos Lord knows we need those Little holes in the wall For lost souls and old stray dogs God bless two-for-ones and broken hearts God bless two-for-ones and broken hearts And cool little bars Cool little bars Cool little bars Cool little bars