Jack Shack from Township by The Family Township

Roll it up, drain your cup
We’re going out, all of us
Dollar bills and cheap, cheap thrills
Where we go nobody needs to know

Get in the van, your shaking your hands
Will soon be beating double time
Working day will just melt away
When we walk through them doors

We’re going to the Jack Shack
We’re going to get the dime back
Calling all you stray cats
We’ll meet you at the Jack Shack

Darkened woods, this don’t look good
We must have missed a turn or two
I half blind, have I just lost my mind?
I’ve got to find this joint

Then up ahead, a window red
I feel my pulse begin to rise
I see that sign right through them pines
And I know we’ve just arrived

We’re coming to the Jack Shack
We’re going to through some beers back
We’re going to lay some bones down
The price of meat is a buck a pound

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