Lyrics

[Verse]
Golden Lion early doors all aglow
Alan Wright farmer from Elton you know
Baxter first in the Queens by nine
Drinks all around we're doing just fine

[Verse 2]
Nice Horne grinning with a cheeky grin
Bear Pit tales where the stories begin
Sticking on banter like glue to the soul
In small town bars where life's on a roll

[Chorus]
Raise a glass to the ones we adore
In these golden hours we crave for more
From morning light to the late night charm
Farmers and friends our hearts keep warm

[Verse 3]
Pete with his whiskey and a wry little smile
Tales of old times make us stay awhile
In every sip there's a hint of cheer
Echoes of laughter we hold dear

[Verse 4]
Night's retreat lover's melody
Every pint a spark of our history
Alan’s coat hung by the fire’s warm glow
Baxter’s tales spun high and low

[Bridge]
In the corners of the pub we're alive
Community's heartbeats all revive
Little whiskey warmth stories unfold
In this tavern our lives so bold