Oak & Iron Blues

[Verse 1]
Walk through that doorway
Leather and laughter rollin' slow
Sticks on the green in the corner
Big screen glowin' soft and low
Cold glass sweatin' on the table
Buddy talk cuttin' through the haze
We stack our chips like little mountains
Let the long week drift away
[Chorus]
Down at the Oak and Iron Lounge
Where the long days sit back down
Raise that bottle
Deal that hand
Let the good times make their rounds
From the first swing to last call sound
It all feels right
Right here in this town
At the Oak and Iron Lounge
[Verse 2]
Old man teaching his grandson
How to line that putt up straight
Mamas laughing in the corner
Sharing small-town stories late
Darts thump
Someone hollers
Thought he had a winning shot
Cards fold
Eyes get quiet
Then the river card runs hot (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
Down at the Oak and Iron Lounge
Where the long days sit back down
Raise that bottle
Deal that hand
Let the good times make their rounds
From the first swing to last call sound
It all feels right
Right here in this town
At the Oak and Iron Lounge
[Bridge]
Some places you just pass through
This one
You hang your heart up high
Sunday game
Friday gamble
Every memory parked inside
[Chorus]
Down at the Oak and Iron Lounge
Where the long days sit back down
Raise that bottle
Deal that hand
Let the good times make their rounds
From the first swing to last call sound
It all feels right
Right here in this town
At the Oak and Iron Lounge

Smoky modern blues shuffle with male vocals, roomy drums, walking bass, and a lazy swing guitar riff. Verses stay low and conversational; chorus hits with thicker organ pads and stacked barroom harmonies. Occasional slide guitar fills answer the vocal lines, keeping a laid-back, tipsy swagger from intro to final fade., lounge, blues