The Whaler from Clawing Back by Joe Sweeney

There’s a place on Staples Street
Where my favorite people meet
Old harpoons are on the walls
Jukebox playing Biggie Smalls

There’s no better place to be
When you need to feel free
And flip the bird to all your pain
As the cheap beer pours like rain

You can be as quiet as a mouse
Or louder than a tractor trailer
Just step out of your house
And head on down to The Whaler

This is just one of those kind of bars
Where folks don’t judge you for your scars
If kids in school called you weird
You’ll fit in perfectly right here

So play some pool and dance and sing
Forget about the little things
And have a Jello shot or three
Right in the heart of OOB

You could pray to Jesus every night
Or you could curse like a sailor
You’ll still make friends while drinking Miller Lite
We’ll see you later at The Whaler

• Rock
• singer-songwriter
• ukulele
• Old Orchard Beach