(Intro- spoken)
Coins buy good ale…
Good ale makes great stories
(Instrumental Solo)
[Fast fiddle reel → bagpipes roar → full band stomp]
(Verse 1)
Copper clinks on the old oak bar
Bought with dreams and paid in scars
Every coin’s got a tale to tell
Some are heaven, some are hell
(Verse 2)
A sailor swears he outran the tide
A farmer claims he’s never lied
Truth gets bent when the stout runs deep
And every lie’s too good to keep
(Chorus- GRITTY CHOIR)
Coins on the bar, stories on the floor
Truth don’t matter when the crowd wants more
Raise ‘em high, let the tall tales pour
Coins on the bar, stories on the floor
(Verse 3)
Fiddle laughs while the bagpipes cry
At the size of the fish, the tears, the sky
Each word grows bigger, louder, bolder
By the time it’s told over a stranger’s shoulder
(Verse 4)
Some stories shine, some smell like rot
Some end with kisses, some with a shot
But every voice earns its place tonight
In the glow of fire and lantern light
(Chorus - GRITTY CHOIR)
Coins on the bar, stories on the floor
Truth don’t matter when the crowd wants more
Raise ‘em high, let the tall tales pour
Coins on the bar, stories on the floor
(Break- CALL & RESPONSE)
Who’s next? — I am!
What’s it worth? — One more round!
(Instrumental Solo)
[Fast fiddle reel → bagpipes roar → full band stomp]
(Bridge- SLOW, RICH HARMONY)
When the night grows old and voices fade
These lies are the best friends we’ve ever made
Tomorrow they’ll vanish, gone like smoke
But tonight they live in every joke
(Chorus- FULL CHOIR, FINAL PUSH)
Coins on the bar, stories on the floor
Truth don’t matter when the crowd wants more
Raise ‘em high, let the tall tales pour
Coins on the bar, stories on the floor
(Outro)
Coins run out, the stories stay
Echoed in wood till the break of day
If you’re rich in laughs, you’re never poor
With coins on the bar and stories on the floor
