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I'M JUST A BARTENDER
I'M JUST A BARTENDER
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There's a honky-tonk tavern on the edge of town...
with a bar room crowd and the noise is loud;
where the lone souls meet abound.
A small band plays on the center stage
and a crooner whines a song;
how he felt abused and turned to "booze"
and how his love-life all went wrong.
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In an atosmosphere of smoke and beer,
some folks "spill the beans"...
and I hear their tales of doubt and woe,
and how to manage, they don't know,
and think I should... it seems!
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These people come from everywhere
bearing heavy, sad despair,
hoping I can help them cope;
so I listen when I can, and try hard to understand,
but all I can do Is hope.
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Then I tell them to remember I'm just a mere bartender,
and not the greatest psychic they assume;
but to many I'm a link to save them from the brink..
of falling into the pits of doom!
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And I've never seen the like of so many "down the pike"
with all the personal problems that befall;
but I listen quietly with no help that I can give,
'cause I'm not the one on whom to call.
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They must take it to the Lord
if they're living by the sword,
if the wish to have their problems cured;
it's the only chance for them to lose their life of sin,
and not depend on me.. that's for sure!
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'Cause I'm just a bartender with a shoulder to surrender,
at least to show them I care;
but if they wish to cry it is God they must rely,
for He's the one who answers prayer!
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William E. Hardison (c)
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