Connie's Bar

On a winter’s day down in Alachua Exploring the Florida fields Bob said to drop down for a meal if we felt like it We were not too sure if we found the spot Not a place that we’d usually go, it had blacked out windows and motorbikes outside it Well we walked inside there were neon lights and we asked her for a beer She said what are you doing here and she was smiling Well they don’t wear suits And they play rough cards They have old tattoos and faded scars But you do know where you are In Connie’s Bar She said that she was a Canada girl And she told us her Momma was sick Didn’t know if she’d get back before it took her Well the borders tough Yeah she’d had enough The election changed some things Didn’t know if that would mean she had to go home Well I overheard her speak some words about her old man Said he used to wear a patch a long way back I felt safe in that place I felt wild and free and brave Well I left that bar singing Amazing Grace --- Connie's Bar - Lucy Spraggan