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Tavern Keeper's Daughter
words and music by Lisa Derosia

Well my daddy
Owns a tavern
A swinging’ litlle tavern
Over on the west side of town
And every Friday night
The boys put up a fight
To be the one that I’ll hang around
So I give them salty pretzels
That’s the best way to keep them I’ve found

‘Cause I like them thirsty
(she likes them thirsty)
Yes, I like them thirsty
(she likes them thirsty)
yes I like ‘em thirsty
I like ‘em better when they’re dry

Well they tell me
that I’m pretty
and I don’t know why they bother
but sometimes they take my number down
But every Sunday night
I wait under the moon light
But they’re all still down in the town
So I call up my daddy
And tell him to hold that next round

‘Cause I like them thirsty
(she likes them thirsty)
Yes, I like them thirsty
(she likes them thirsty)
yes I like ‘em thirsty
I like ‘em better when they’re dry

Well I don’t mind being
A tavern keepers daughter
Oh my daddy’s a fine man you know
But I’m hopin’ and I’m waitin’
Getting’ tired of celebrating
For the one boy whose love won’t let me go
And I’ll keep him on the bottle
But I’ll make him drink nice and slow

‘Cause I like them thirsty
(she likes them thirsty)
Yes, I like them thirsty
(she likes them thirsty)
yes I like ‘em thirsty
I like ‘em better when they’re dry