'The Great American Bar Scene' by Zach Bryan – Lyrics & Meaning

Zach Bryan didn't disappoint during the opening night of his Quittin' Time Tour.

Taking the stage at Chicago's United Center on Tuesday, March 5, the 'Something in the Orange' artist wowed fans with a hefty 26-song set, as well as a surprise appearance from his 'I Remember Everything' duet partner, Kacey Musgraves.

In the mix of his beloved hits, the star shared a handful of unreleased tracks, one being the long-teased 'Better Days' and the other being the highly-suspected titled track of his forthcoming album, 'The Great American Bar Scene.'

In April, Bryan confirmed 'The Great American Bar Scene' would be the title-track from his forthcoming fifth studio album, which was released on July 4.

Captured in a fan-recorded video, the early March showcase of 'The Great American Bar Scene' left much to be desired as many concert-caught videos do.

However, from the song's live debut, it seemed like the acoustic offering began in trademark Bryan fashion, gently strummed and softly sang. The song built in the refrain where Bryan laid everything out, peppering his words with strums and lap steel.

Across the studio version of the song, sounds of chatting, the clinking of glasses and the setting up of a pool table is pierced by playful harmonica and Bryan's lethargic strums. As the song awakes, a lulling, bruising pedal steel brews clouds over the track.

Under the hum of thunder, the pace livens up, chugging into a locomotive pace as Bryan battles with gamblers and mistakes. From there, matter-of-fact, yet vivid storytelling painted a portrait of dive bar nights during which betting, fighting and boozing are merely means of getting by.

"I lost my money to some dirty old bookie
Way up in Philly, he was a bad man
But you can't bet your life on the table
When you've got yourself a bad hand
So I went and got my good friend Mickey
And we made ourselves a bold stand
Wound up bleeding on the bar floor
We don't bet on the ball no more"

The song opens on a dingy scene in which a gamble has gone bad. The narrator has lost money on a bet, and from the blunder, he takes away one trusty lesson: "You can't bet your life on the table / When you've got yourself a bad hand."

Instead of accepting his losses, however, he rallies his good friend Mickey for a fight, but winds up "bleeding on the bar floor" anyway.

"Where them bets are tough and bartenders mean
In the great American bar scene"

In the refrain, Bryan sums it all up to the way of life in "the great American bar scene." Throughout the song, he continues to sprinkle in hard-earned wisdoms he's collected through his time in this scene.

He sings about a brother's arrest and not being a rat or falling in love and it falling apart. In the end, he's just:

Trying like hell[?] to keep my health
Treat others well and understand
Why life's so unfair and uncertain and mean
In the great American bar scene

Bryan hasn't offered up any specific words about 'The Great American Bar Scene' song; however, when sharing the preface to The Great American Bar Scene album, the artist delved into how his upcoming record came to be.

He writes: “The making of this album tested me and everyone close to me. It drove me to my ends and my beginnings. I saw the lights of Paris after saying I would for ten years, rode the coast of Australia with a beautiful woman, was locked in a pub until 7am in Ireland, walked my favorite street in New York over a hundred times, thought I was going to bleed out in a field in Tennessee, spent a few hours in handcuffs, hugged my grandma more than a few times, layed in the grass of my mother's hometown, sang ‘State Trooper’ in a bar South of Boston and wrote something that I think was important. I wrote and produced all of these with the help of some truly great friends. I finally felt like I's making music again. If you don't like it I assume it's not intended for you. Grab your beers through tears and fears, ‘the Great American Bar Scene’”.

I lost my money to some dirty old bookie
Way up in Philly, he was a bad man
But you can't bet your life on the table
When you've got yourself a bad hand
So I went and got my good friend Mickey
And we made ourselves a bold stand
Wound up bleeding on the bar floor
We don't bet on the ball no more

Where them bets are tough and bartenders mean
In the great American bar scene

My brother from Tulsa has got himself a warrant
But he's on the run up in Cheyenne
They hammered me up and asked me some questions
But I ain't no damn rat man
Put cuffs on so tight that he started bleeding
From his wrist down through to his right hand

Put 'State Trooper' up on the record machine
In the great American bar scene

Neon lightnin', wooden floors, light leaves
As her feet quietly slide across
Tough boys of all, they came and went
She's a Heaven-sent and I'm at a loss

So if you've got the time, I've got the quarter
And a two-steppin' song called 'Hey Porter'
Why's love always feel like a fever dream
In the great American bar scene?

My heart stays hurtin' and hands stay workin' I've tried like hell to keep my health
Treat others well and understand
Why life's unfair, uncertain and mean
In the great American bar scene

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