I’ve listened while Lynyrd Skynyrd danced with Linda Lou at a place called The Jug.
Garth Brooks introduced me to some of his low placed friends at The Oasis.
Charlie Daniels’ car broke down near The Dew Drop Inn.
What other songs mention the name of a drinking establishment in their lyrics?
I have been to the White Hart, Gavagan’s Bar, Callahan’s, The Draco Tavern, Ten Forward, a cantina in Mos Eisley, Rick’s, and many others I cannot immediately recall…
Ate me some beans at The Coasters Smoky Joe’s Cafe.
Sticking with the Coasters:
“Down in Mexicali
There’s a crazy little place that I know
Where the drinks are hard, the chili’s soft,
And the boss is a cat named Joe…”
Then there’s Johnny Horton’s Red Dog Saloon in Fairbanks, Alaska. (Springtime in Alaska)
The House of the Rising Sun is somewhere in New Orleans and…This could go on a long, long time. I’ll leave a few hundred for somebody else.
I’ve been to Old Joe’s Place, courtesy of the Folksmen. You know, that neon sign that says “Ea At oe’s,” and where there’s “a puppy in the parlor and a skillet on the stove and a smelly old blanket that a Navajo wove.”
If it doesn’t sound familiar, the song is by “The Folksmen” and it’s in the film, A Mighty Wind.
I can go you all one better: I regularly visited, actually, physically, in corpore proprio, the unnamed “early morning barroom” down the way from Miller’s Tool and Die celebrated in Harry Chapin’s “A Better Place To Be”. The song was composed as a result of Harry’s visit to my home town, en route from college at Cornell to his brothers’ campuses north and northeast of it. At the time Harry was there, it was called the Tap-a-Keg and is now the Hitchin’ Post. And it’s every bit the rundown, sad-story sort of extablishment Harry memorialized.
Polycarp, I’m jealous! I used to sing “Better Place to Be” when a friend of mine, who was a guitarist, and who played in various pubs, wanted to cover it at a gig. Great song, and I always wished I had made the effort to look for the place when I passed through Watertown NY, as I did a number of times in the 1980s. At least now, with your information, I’ll know where to go, should I happen through Watertown again. Which isn’t as likely as it once was, but who knows? Thanks for the info!
In a little cafe just the other side of the border, she was just sitting there givin’ me looks that made my mouth water. So I started walking her way. She belonged to bad man, Jose. And I knew, yes I knew I should leave, when I heard her say, yeah
Never actually been there, but once I had this (rather overweight) old queen once proposition me to join him for drinks at EJ’s Club. You might not know the name, but you can’t miss it–it’s at the end of the street.