He Don't Do Bars Anymore
All the Boys He Played Cards With
Couldn't Wait Til He Came
But They Haven't Seen Him
Since I Got His Last Name
He Plays At Home Now
And He Always Wins
Those Swingin' Doors
Don't Do Nothin' For Him
Cause He Don't Do Bars Anymore
That Ol' Jukebox
Don't Turn Him On Like Before
We Dance to Our Radio
On Our Own Hardwood Floor
No He Don't Do Bars Anymore
He Used to Sit On a Barstool
Keepin' Sad Company
Now He Lays On the Couch
And He Watches Tv
When He's Wrapped Up in My Arms
He Knows What He's Found
So Don't Bother Askin'
For Him to Come 'round
Cause He Don't Do Bars Anymore
That Ol' Jukebox
Don't Turn Him On Like Before
We Dance to Our Radio
On Our Own Hardwood Floor
No He Don't Do Bars Anymore
No He Don't Do Bars Anymore
Ya no va a bares
Todos los chicos con los que jugaba a las cartas
No podían esperar a que llegara
Pero no lo han visto
Desde que obtuve su apellido
Ahora juega en casa
Y siempre gana
Esas puertas que se balancean
No le hacen nada
Porque ya no va a bares
Esa vieja rockola
Ya no lo emociona como antes
Bailamos con nuestra radio
En nuestro propio piso de madera
No, ya no va a bares
Solía sentarse en un taburete de bar
Manteniendo compañía triste
Ahora se acuesta en el sofá
Y mira la televisión
Cuando está envuelto en mis brazos
Sabe lo que ha encontrado
Así que no molestes
En pedirle que venga
Porque ya no va a bares
Esa vieja rockola
Ya no lo emociona como antes
Bailamos con nuestra radio
En nuestro propio piso de madera
No, ya no va a bares
No, ya no va a bares
Escrita por: Chely Wright / Dale Dodson / Jimmy Melton