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Pull up a stool, sit yourself down by here
I've got a story from way back in the war.
Me an' your daddy we was fighting the Hun.
Didn't need no excuses way back then.
"Don't ask questions. Don't tell lies.
Do what you do with your head held high
Even if you've got the bar room blues".
Sally Anne's selling her body again.
But she says it's for Jesus so I guess that makes it o.k.
Religions funny like that though, no matter what you think
It'll always be different to me her or him.
Whereas Rosie makes no bones about her pound of meat.
"Cash on the table or I'm staying on my feet.
Do' wanna hear no hard luck story 'bout the bar room blues".
I dreamt I woke up to a brand new day.
But something weren't right, not a single thing had changed.
Give me a flip of the coin or a throw of the dice.
I'd turn the whole world 'round to look like what's in my mind.
One two three. I've heard that line somewhere before.
But everyone counts different when they're keeping score.
Don't turn around. Don't look back.
I've always been up front. Here I come again.
Billy lives at the station in a cardboard box.
Only visits in the winter to get out of the cold.
Ain't got no money. Ain't got no home
Ain't got no family, he's got nowhere else to go.
The jukebox singer's ranting something 'bout equality
While he's sitting in his mansion an' Billy's on the street.
No wonder Billy's got the bar room blues.
Two old ladies in the snug drinking stout.
The landlord's wearing a face like an inmate who's never gonna be let out.
Saturday night the place is empty again.
He's asks himself where all the good times have gone.
Who's that tinkling on the ivories over there?
Johnny Fingers is drunk again, But don't throw him out yet.
He could just cure for these bar room blues.
I dreamt I woke up to a brand new day.
But something weren't right, not a single thing had changed.
Give me a flip of the coin or a throw of the dice.
I'd turn the whole world 'round to look like what's in my mind.
One two three. I've heard that line somewhere before.
But everyone counts different when they're keeping score.
Don't turn around. Don't look back.
I've always been up front. Here I come again.
I don't care what you do or what you say.
Do' wanna hear no hard luck story any way.
'Bout anyone whose ever had has or is gonna get the bar room blues.