Three Dollar Beer

Daddy lost his job on the rigs out off the Gulf Coast
Momma ran off with an insurance salesman
They towed away the GTO
I never seen the man so low
With his head in his hands
Drinking three dollar beer

We moved to a place in the country off a dirt road
He found some work, but he just couldn’t make things right
No matter how hard he tried, I guess the loneliness inside
Led him back to the roadhouse, and that three dollar beer

Three dollar beer, three dollar beer
With a Pop Tart for breakfast
And a bucket of tears
Three dollar beer; Three dollar beer
If you’re looking sorrow
You can find it here. . .

Donna wound up pregnant down in Houston
Billy went to jail; I left for Tennessee
Daddy went out on the road
His heart just one big hole
Just running and crying
Drinking three dollar beer

Schlitz and Jaxx and PBR
From the liquor store or the corner bar
Giving up hope at the end of his rope
And drowning his broken heart

It’s been years since I been back to Gulfport
But the memories of that time burn clear and bright
I hope he’s found him self some peace
To kill those sad old memories
Of his broken theart, and that three dollar beer.

A broken heart, and three dollar beer
He’s got a broken heart, and three dollar beer