George Jones - Bartender blues

Now I'm ju^Ast a bartender… and I do^Dn't like my w^Bm7ork But I do^En't mind the money at a^All I see l^Aots of sad faces… and l^Dots of bad c^Bm7ases of fo^Elks with their backs to the w^Aall

But I need f^Aour walls around me to h^Dold my ^Bm7life… to k^Eeep me from going a-s^Atray And a ho^Anky-tonk angel to ho^Dld me t^Bm7ight… to k^Eeep me from slipping a^Away

I can li^Aght up your smokes… I can la^Dugh at your j^Bm7okes I can wa^Etch you fall down on your kn^Aees I can cl^Aose down this bar… I can g^Das up my ^Bm7car. And I can p^Eack up and mail in my k^Aey

But I need f^Aour walls around me to h^Dold my ^Bm7life… to k^Eeep me from going a-s^Atray And a ho^Anky-tonk angel to ho^Dld me t^Bm7ight… to ke^Eep me from slipping aw^Aay

Now, the sm^Aoke fills the air in this ho^Dnkey-tonk ^Bm7bar And I'm thi^Enking 'bout where I'd rather ^Abe But I bu^Arned all my bridges… s^Dank all my s^Bm7hips, now I'm str^Eanded at the edge of the s^Aea

I still need f^Aour walls around me to h^Dold my l^Bm7ife… to k^Eeep me from going a-s^Atray I need some ho^Anky-tonk angels to h^Dold me t^Bm7ight… that’ll k^Eeep me from slipping a^Away…