Jeans Bar And Grill

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Everyone has a soft spot for their favorite watering hole.
Mine was Jeans Bar And Grill where cold beer was sold.
The poem describes my life’s activities at that cool place
Some important events happened at a very fast pace.

 

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Jeans Bar And Grill

 

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There was a place in Borger, Texas, called Jeans Bars and Grill.
It was just North of the Traffic Circle at the top of the river hill.
I drank my first Coors Beer there at the young age of eighteen
With a fake ID I borrowed from a guy named John McQueen.

McQueen’s the name and drinking beer is the game.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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My friends and I went in there to drink on Saturday nights,
But we had to be careful because there was a lot of fights.
They had a very long bowling game that I could play just fine.
And a quarter pool table that we played until closing time.

Let’s play for a dollar a game guys.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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We played eight ball pool often and we all got pretty good,
And made a little money, for a dollar a game, when we could.
We played Ernest Tubb’s “Waltz Across Texas”, on the Jukebox
And sometimes Hank Williams’ “Honky Tonkin'” for a cute fox.

That’s right, the eight ball goes in the middle alternating the stripes and solids.

 

 

 

 

Hey Bob, play Waltz Across Texas again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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By the time I was 20, I knew the owner Jean Davis quite well,
I had to leave my watering hole to go to college for a spell.
I worked hard and graduated on the Deans Honor Roll,
And I got an Engineering Job in Borger at 23 years old.

Bill, can you drink beer better with that college degree?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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My buddies and I visited Jeans again for cool ones and pool.
I asked a friend at work out for a beer or just something cool.
We went to Jeans to drink and it was there that we stayed.
Rocky and I were betting a dollar for each pool game played

Let’s go out to Jeans and drink beer tonight Rocky.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Some out of towners challenged us to a partners pool game.
We agreed and gave them a serious beating, oh what a shame.
Rocky was mouthing off a lot and rubbing it in kind of bad
And one of the guys sucker punched me right in the head.

You guys go ahead and break.

 

 

 

 

 

Damn, that hurt a lot.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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He busted my lip and pissed me off, then I kicked his ugly ass.
We hit the road fast as the police were on the way to us harass.
Later in his career, my friend was promoted to executive V.P.
I bet he still remembers fight night at Jeans Bar with me.

 

 

 

 

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At the age of 25, I was drafted in the army of the good old USA.
I served my time and was discharged at age 27 on a Thursday.
I went again to work as an Engineer in Borger when I got back
Still single, I again drank my beer at Jeans Bar and that’s a fact

Just 232 more days before I can get a cool one at Jeans.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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It was at Jeans that I met my wife to be, Pam, a dear.
She was tending bar and man could she draw a good beer.
We hit the dance floor when they were not crowded in there.
Here I learned to dance and feel the music we would share.

Let’s two step again when you get a break. I’ll play “Step Aside” by Faron Young.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I spent more time in there as she still tended the bar.
When I talked her into quitting, we dated in my Mustang car.
We married when I was 30 and lived at Arroyo Verde in Fritch.
We still went to Jeans for dance and beer if we got the itch.

If your Mom can keep Kristi tonight, let’s run out to Jeans for a while.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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At age 32, my brother Craig and I took graduate classes,
In engineering at Frank Phillips with Texas Tech passes.
After Tuesday class we stopped by Jeans to play pool,
And sucked a few beers after that hard work at school.

You ready for a cool one a Jeans after class?

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At age 35 we moved so I thought Jeans was done.
But at age 55, we were in Borger visiting someone,
And decided to go to Jeans and party one more time.
We two stepped, clogged, and Fred Shuffle danced fine.

This is the crew that went out to Jeans to drink beer one more time. MaMo had a ball.

 

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While there, we ran into John Scott, a relative of mine.
We had fun talking as the handsome young man did shine.
He asked us not to tell he was eighteen years old that year,
And especially not to tell his mother, we had seen him there.

Hey John Scott, we never told anyone we saw you that night at Jeans.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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By Bill

 

 

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Thanks for reading Jeans Bar And Grill,
Bill