Park the Car 	© 2009 Doug Folkins (250) 923-3347

Verse 1
We started our drinking ‘round the old kitchen table
We’re maritime boys, we’re strong and we’re able
Where a case is 24 and a quart is a blessing
Till the wee hours of the morning our songs we’ll be singing

Chorus
Don’t park the car far from the bar she said
Don’t park the car far from the bar
Don’t park the car far from the bar she said
Don’t park the car far from the bar

Verse 2
Cousin Adam was full; Troy was pissed as a newt
Uncle Mark staggered in missing a boot
Me Brother John sat down before he fell over
We sang to the bar maid, “Send another round over”

Chorus
Don’t park the car far from the bar she said
Don’t park the car far from the bar
Don’t park the car far from the bar she said
Don’t park the car far from the bar

Verse 3
There’s Nelly Malone out drinking alone
Singing along to a maritime song
I bought her a drink and she sent me a wink
If she plays her cards right I just might take her home

Chorus
Don’t park the car far from the bar she said
Don’t park the car far from the bar
Don’t park the car far from the bar she said
Don’t park the car far from the bar

Verse 4
We ended up drinking ‘round the old kitchen table
We’re maritime boys, we’re strong and we’re able
Where a case is 24 and a quart is a blessing
Till the wee hours of the morning our songs we’ll be singing