Now I'm just a bartender, and I don't like my work, but I don't mind the money at all.
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I see lots of sad faces and lots of bad cases of folks with their backs to the wall.
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But I need four walls around me to hold my life, to keep me from going astray,
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and a honky-tonk angel to hold me tight to keep me from slipping away.
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I can light up your smokes, I can laugh at your jokes,
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I can watch you fall down on your knees.
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I can close down this bar, I can gas up my car, I can pack up and mail in my key.
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But I need four walls around me to hold my life, to keep me from going astray,
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and a honky-tonk angel to hold me tight to keep me from slipping away.
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Now, the smoke fills the air in this honky-tonk bar
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and I'm thinking 'bout where I'd rather be.
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But I burned all my bridges, I sank all my ships and I'm stranded at the edge of the sea.
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But I need four walls around me to hold my life, to keep me from going astray,
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and a honky-tonk angel to hold me tight to keep me from slipping away.
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Bartender's Blues
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| James Taylor |
