Lyrics

The Sore Spot
©2007 Michael Porter & Wake Eastman
Rowdy Cow Music, Inc. (BMI)

There's a bar around the corner called The Sore Spot
A place to catch up on the small town talk
But you better watch what you say down at The Sore Spot
Around here there's a fine line to walk

We dance around our troubles at The Sore Spot
We don't wear our hearts on our sleeves
And "Cryin' Time" don't play on the jukebox
Cause nothing good comes from a bad memory
So we don't bring up love down at the Sore Spot

But you can talk about trucks and politics
Guns and dogs and movie flicks
You can talk about the weather and the fish you're catching
But there's one thing you don't dare mention
Yeah, you never bring up love down at The Sore Spot

You're welcome to pull up a chair at The Sore Spot
But we steer clear of whiskey 90-proof
Cause heartaches and hard liquor is a bad combination
And no one wants to get too close to the truth

Hidden in the laughter are the teardrops
As the night grows old you can see it in their eyes
Cause after 1 a.m. when the beer stops
Loneliness will be waiting at closing time
So we don't bring up love down at the Sore Spot

But you can talk about trucks and politics
Guns and dogs and magic tricks
Hollywood, religion, war and such
But there's one subject we don't touch
Never bring up love down at The Sore Spot
No, you never bring up love down at The Sore Spot