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| Hey there | Mr. Bar | tende | r | now have a little | pity on | me |
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| Time is | rough and a | fuss is | tough and | I'm where I'm not sup | posed to | be |
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| I'll | give you my | watc | h | for a | fifth of | Scotch |
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| If | you don't make | fun cause | it don't | run no | better than | I do | after | six |
| Hey there Mr. Bartender lots of things are botherin' me |
| There's the hydrogen bomb in Vietnam and I'm out of cigarettes since three |
| I'll give you my stickpen for a pint of gin |
| If you don't joke cause the diamond's broke |
| And it don't shine no better than I do after six |
| Hey there Mr Bartender you better get a drip on me |
| My pulse is slow when I'm about to go I need a little charity |
| I'll give you my shoes for a glass of booze |
| If you won't tell they don't smell no better than I do after six |
| (Oh, bartender I'll do anything for you I'll pick my guitar |
| Bartender you listen to me bartender) |
| by: José Duarte |
| jtduarte1@gmail.com |