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'd 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 mama was sick
Didn't know if she'd get back before it took her
Well, the border's 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
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
I felt safe in that place
I felt wild and free and brave
Well, I left that bar singing Amazing Grace
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