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Now i'm just a bartender |
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And i don't like my work |
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But i don't mind the money at all |
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I see lots of sad faces |
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And lots of bad cases |
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Of folks with their backs to the wall |
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But i need four walls around me to hold my life |
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To keep me from going a-stray |
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And a honky-tonk angel to hold me tight |
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To keep me from slipping away |
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I can light up your smokes |
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I can laugh at your jokes |
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I can watch you fall down on your knees |
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I can close down this bar |
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I can gas up my car |
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I can pack up and mail in my key |
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Now, the smoke fills the air |
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In this honky-tonk bar |
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And i'm thinking 'bout where i'd rather be |
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But i burned all my bridges |
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I sank all my ships |
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And i'm stranded at the edge of the sea |
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