ballard, frankie
tip jar
me and the boys we played every frat house and dive we rocked the razorbacks the vols and the crimson tide we were down in destin when she walked up to the stage dropped a note in the tip jar blew a kiss and walked away i counted two hundred dollars one request for the grateful dead a couple bottle caps a business card and a perfume note that said: "i love hurricanes and long-necks and guitars cranked up on ten waking up with the sunset and hanging here at the hog's breath lighters raised up in the smoke rings the sunburn on some new ink i'm hearing drift away while you sing and kissing beneath the stars" oh man you find all kind of things in a tip jar i held her that summer living on borrowed time cause once september comes everybody says goodbye now it's the last show and here she comes to the stage dropped a snapshot in the tip jar blew a kiss and walked away i counted five hundred dollars one request for the grateful dead and a picture of her with those long tan legs and on the back it said: "i love hurricanes and long-necks and guitars cranked up on ten waking up with you at sunset and hanging here at the hog's breath lighters raised up in the smoke rings the sunburn on some new ink i'm hearing drift away while you sing baby take care of my heart" man you find all kind of things in a tip jar i see lighters raised in the smoke rings and sunburn on some new ink i'm playing drift away but i can't sing as she slips off into the dark man you find all kind of things in a tip jar yeah you find all kind of things in a tip jar