Bartender's Blues - James Taylor
    Now I'm just a bartender

    And I don't like my work
    But I don't mind the money at all
    I see lots of sad faces
    And lots of bad cases
    Of folks with their backs to the wall
    But I need four walls around me to hold my life
    To keep me from going a-stray
    And a honky-tonk angel to hold me tight
    To keep me from slipping away
    I can light up your smokes
    I can laugh at your jokes
    I can watch you fall down on your knees
    I can close down this bar
    I can gas up my car
    I can pack up and mail in my key


    Now, the smoke fills the air
    In this honky-tonk bar
    And I'm thinking 'bout where I'd rather be
    But I burned all my bridges
    I sank all my ships
    And I'm stranded at the edge of the sea



    Marco Giunco
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