(Gord Bamford / Byron Hill) There ain't a whole lot of places For people round here to go But when the work week's done We're bound to have some fun Down at the watering hole Population seven hundred Is all this little town can hold But Friday night I swear They're all right here Hanging at the watering hole Chorus: It ain't a watering hole for horses Or a place where people go to swim Though there's a sign that says no fishin' No telling what you might reel in Yea a jukebox and a dance floor The wings are hot and the beer is cold The night is always young when you're having fun Down at the watering hole Hey that old bartender I bet he's seen it all He's seen grown men cry And girls gone wild And a few good bar room brawls Saturday morning at the diner There'll be a few good stories told Like who's the fool Who fell off his stool Down at the watering hole Repeat Chorus