|
Well, it won't be long now |
|
Til that 'ol sun goes down |
|
And darkness helps me hide my shameful tears. |
|
My wife works all night long |
|
For a man who's halfway gone |
|
I'm the barmaid in the honky-tonk downstairs. |
|
It's a shame she wears the name |
|
Of a man who's locked and chained |
|
To a bottle that's destroyin' all hopes and cares. |
|
To the men with hungry eyes |
|
I work and hide her pride |
|
I'm the barmaid in the honky-tonk downstairs. |
|
Til that 'ol sun goes down |
|
And darkness helps me hide my shameful tears. |
|
My wife works all night long |
|
For a man who's halfway gone |
|
I'm the barmaid in the honky-tonk downstairs. |
|
It's a shame she wears the name |
|
Of a man who's locked and chained |
|
To a bottle that's destroyin' all hopes and cares. |
|
To the men with hungry eyes |
|
I'm work and hide by pride |
|
I'm the barmaid in the honky-tonk downstairs. |
|
I'm the barmaid in the honky-tonk downstairs. |
