The Bar’s Getting Lower Songtext
von Reba McEntire

Her mama always told her to hold out for a good man
Sounded like a good plan all those years ago
A little house with a picket fence
Simple life with a couple kids
But tonight she′s just looking for a shoulder

She was hoping for pink champagne
But she'll settle for well whiskey
Saw herself in a long white gown
Not downtown gettin′ tipsy
And that one-night stand walking through the door
Ain't the marrying kind, yeah that's for sure
But she′s gettin′ older
And the bar's gettin′ lower


Her dreams are disappearing like smoke from his cigarette
She hasn't said "Yes," but she′s thinking she might
The closer it gets to closing time
A lonely heart will take a pick-up line
Anything to get her through the night

'Cause she was hoping for pink champagne
But she′ll settle for well whiskey
Saw herself in a long white gown
Not downtown gettin' tipsy

And that drunk cowboy tellin' her lies
Ain′t the John Wayne she had in mind
But she′s gettin' older
And the bar′s gettin' lower

She could thank him for the drink and walk away
Live to love another day
But she′s gettin' older
And the night′s gettin' colder
And the bar's gettin′ lower
The bar′s gettin' lower