Well I ain’t exactly been what you call your all American girl,
Some too many truckers took me home.
I’ll admit my life reads just like a paperback,
Some of what I’ve done I say is wrong.

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But I say clean your own tables boys and bring out the beer
Cause I ain’t gonna do it this time
And drink to a used to be bar maid
And be the man that I choose to be mine.

Well he ain’t exactly been what you call your all American boy,
Done time in Frisco and LA.
Some of you have taken pride in what I am,
Heard you cussin’ each decision that I made.

(Chorus:)
I say clean your own tables boys and bring out the beer
Cause I ain’t gonna do it this time
And drink to a used to be bar maid
And be the man that I choose to be mine.

I say clean your own tables boys and bring out the beer
Cause I ain’t gonna do it this time
And drink to a used to be bar maid
And be the man that I choose to be mine.

Boys if you’re able clean your own tables
And let me take care of mine.