

Intro
(mm)
Yeah
Verse 1
Same five faces every Friday at the bar
Strangers when we started, now we know each other's scars
Old Pete tells the same joke every single week
Nobody minds, we laugh like it's the first time he could speak
The bartender remembers every drink, every name
Knows when to talk and when to just let silence stay the same
This little room of mismatched souls became my second home
A place where nobody has to ever feel alone
Pre-Chorus
And maybe family ain't always blood and bone
(blood and bone, blood and bone)
Sometimes it's a barstool that you learn to call your own
(blood and bone, blood and bone)
Chorus
We're just regulars with stories nobody else would hear
Raising glasses to the ones who kept on showing up here
Found a family in the corner of a small dim room
This the kind of love that don't need any kind of proof
(mm, oh-oh)
We're just regulars with stories nobody else would hear
(mm, oh-oh)
Raising glasses to the ones who kept on showing up here
Verse 2
We've buried people from this barstool, we've celebrated too
Watched each other's kids grow up, watched dreams come true
We don't need a reason, don't need a special night
This ordinary room has held us through it, held us right
I came in here a stranger carrying a heavy load
Found a dozen open hands along this winding road
Some folks find their family in a church or in a song
I found mine in this small bar where everybody belongs
Pre-Chorus
And maybe family ain't always blood and bone
(blood and bone, blood and bone)
Sometimes it's a barstool that you learn to call your own
(blood and bone, blood and bone)
Chorus
We're just regulars with stories nobody else would hear
Raising glasses to the ones who kept on showing up here
Found a family in the corner of a small dim room
This the kind of love that don't need any kind of proof
(mm, oh-oh)
We're just regulars with stories nobody else would hear
(mm, oh-oh)
Raising glasses to the ones who kept on showing up here
Bridge
Showing up here
(showing up here)
Year after year
(year after year)
That's the quiet kind of loving
That I've come to hold so dear
Chorus
We're just regulars with stories nobody else would hear
Raising glasses to the ones who kept on showing up here
Found a family in the corner of a small dim room
This the kind of love that don't need any kind of proof
(mm, oh-oh)
We're just regulars with stories nobody else would hear
(mm, oh-oh)
Raising glasses to the ones who kept on showing up here
Outro
(mm)
Everybody belongs
Yeah
Pop · Mellow · 84 BPM · 4:54 — bar blues pop, warm and emotional, raspy female alto vocal reminiscent of Margaret with expressive dynamics, moody piano, brushed live drums, upright bass, subtle electric guitar licks
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