Toby Burke Cantina Crawl lyrics

Young Dan fixed cars, before they put him away
Now he's in for a drink each morning, like a train on a rail
Well I love that man, but I would not call him a friend
And in the afternoon, it's the Cantina Crawl again.

Pete Number 2, smoked like a borrowed car
And swore black-n-blue, about some F'ing mother-in-law
I found him dead as a rat, early on a Saturday night
Smoked all his cigarettes, and walked out into the light.

Old Doc John, he got a job cleaning hospital floors
Got shot more than once, and blown up in a war
Sings Dean Martin's Everybody Loves Someone
He's as stubborn as a Sunday, but I swear he cries for the one.


Pete Number 1, once killed an Elvis fan
A long drive and one tape, was more than he could stand
He never said as much, but I could see it in his smile
And when he laughs too hard, it almost sounds like a cry.

Now I ain't no saint, I don't put no money away
So I'll wait and I'll wait and I'll wait, wait for the day
When I can rob them all, for their beer money and some more
Go to another state, doing the Cantina Crawl.