Tonight the bartender is on the wrong side of the bar
I'm working on the night shift in the lonely part of town
A place where people go when troubles got 'em down
Each night a row of faces stare back at me
Cryin' bartender can't you please cure my misery
Each man wants a story, consolation, and a beer
But tonight they're alone cause I'm no really here
My mind is on that woman who was the world to me
She got tired of this life I live, so she's found new company
[ fiddle ]
So let's talk, more music
I'll pay, you choose it
Tonight I'm as blue as you are
Less talk, more music
You pour the booze and I'll abuse it
Tonight the bartender is on the wrong side of the bar
Tonight the bartender is on the wrong side of the bar