Stars on Broadway - Morgan Wallen

Chapter 78 - Whiskey, Laughter, and New Songs

After the wild success of This Ain't Country, Georgie and Cooper found themselves riding a creative high. The unexpected energy they tapped into had ignited something in both of them, and they couldn't wait to get back into the studio. But this time, they decided to keep things a little more relaxed. Rather than booking a formal studio session, they opted for a more laid-back approach—writing and recording at Georgie and Morgan's farmhouse.

It was a cool Saturday night, and the two of them sat on the porch, a couple of whiskey bottles between them and the sound of crickets humming in the background. The mood was light, and as they passed the bottle back and forth, ideas started flowing just as easily.

"You know what we need?" Cooper said, leaning back in his chair, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "We need a party song. Something that makes people wanna get up, stomp their boots, and head straight to the bar."

Georgie laughed, feeling the warm buzz of whiskey kicking in. "A sea shanty, but country style. Something fun and rowdy. I'm all in."

Cooper picked up his guitar, strumming a lively, toe-tapping rhythm that felt like a mix between an old drinking song and a barn dance tune. Georgie immediately started humming along, feeling the pulse of the beat in her bones.

"What about this," Cooper said, grinning as he began to sing, his voice playful:

Verse 1 (Cooper): That banjo beat brings the girls to the bar
Stomp their boots to a steel guitar
Throwing back those PBR's
Under the neon stars

Georgie's eyes lit up. She grabbed her guitar and jumped in:

Verse 2 (Georgie): The boys all putting them longnecks down
Blowing that smoke, shooting that Crown
Once that work-week sun goes down
Oh, to the bar we go (oh, to the bar we go)

They both laughed as the chorus took shape, a playful anthem for the rowdy nights they knew so well.

Chorus (Both): That stamp (that stamp) on your hand gets you through that door
Bartender with the heavy pour, whole town on the pinewood floor
On Friday night, take the bull in the back for a ride
Gonna go 'til it's closing time, all night long
Drink all the drinks 'til the drinks all gone

Cooper grinned, taking a long sip of his whiskey before launching into the next verse:

Verse 3 (Cooper):
Farm boys, rednecks, hicks from the holler
Cotton dresses and blue collars
Spending dollars like big ballers
Down to the bar we go

Georgie joined in, her voice rising as the song's energy picked up:

Verse 4 (Georgie):
Pearl snap dressing for impressing
Spin your girl in all directions
Whiskey sippin', tippin' Stetson's
Down to the bar we go

The more they sang, the more they leaned into the fun, rowdy vibe of the song. The laughter and whiskey flowed just as easily as the music, and before long, they had the entire structure of To the Bar written down, complete with the final chorus that practically begged to be sung at the top of your lungs:

Chorus (Both): That banjo beat brings the girls to the bar
Stomp their boots to a steel guitar
Throwing back those PBR's
Under the neon stars
The boys all putting them longnecks down
Blowing that smoke, shooting that Crown
Once that work-week sun goes down
Oh, to the bar we go (down to the bar we go)

By the time they finished, they were both grinning from ear to ear. Georgie felt the fire of inspiration running through her veins. This was what music was all about—creating something fun, something that could bring people together and make them forget about the worries of the world for a few minutes.