The Lich at the Local

[Verse] Old Hickory’s bar was quiet that night, When the doors slammed open with a bone-chilling fright, A lich walked in with a skeleton crew, Rusty swords and tattered rags, what were we to do? [Verse 2] The bartender froze, glass slipped from his hand, The jukebox went silent as if it was planned, We stared as the lich tipped his hat, Said, "Evening folks, didn't mean to see ya like that." [Chorus] Bones and banter, shadows on the wall, We braced for terror but they just wanted to call, For some whiskey and some root beer too, In that old country bar where the undead get their brew. [Verse 3] A banjo strummed by a skeleton's spindly hands, Laughter echoed through the outlaw lands, The lich tapped his toe, with a glowing red eye, Said, "Tonight we're here to drink, not make anyone die." [Bridge] Mason jars clinked in the lantern’s dim light, Undead cowboys in the midst of the night, They shared tales of battles from long ago, Between each story, they'd let that old banjo go. [Chorus] Bones and banter, shadows on the wall, We braced for terror but they just wanted to call, For some whiskey and some root beer too, In that old country bar where the undead get their brew.