James Taylor - Bartenders blues

No^Aw I'm just a^A7 bartender, and ^DI don't like my^Bm work E A (notes) E F# G# But I don't mind the money at all I^A see lots of sad ^A7faces and^D lots of ^Bmbad cases of ^Efolks with their backs To the ^Awall

^ABut I need four walls ^A7around me to ^Dhold my ^Bmlife E A (notes) E F# G# To keep me from going astray ^AAnd a honky-tonk ^A7angel to ^Dhold me ^Bmtight ^Eto keep me from slipping^A Away

^AI can light up your ^A7smokes, I can ^Dlaugh at your j^Bmokes E A (notes) E F# G# I can watch you fall down on your knees I^A can close down this ^A7bar, I can ^Dgas up my ^Bmcar I can ^Epack up and mail in my ^Akey

^ABut I need four walls ^A7around me to ^Dhold my ^Bmlife E A (notes) E F# G# To keep me from going astray ^AAnd a honky-tonk ^A7angel to ^Dhold me ^Bmtight ^Eto keep me from slipping^A Away

^ANow, the smoke fills the ^A7air in this ^Dhonky-tonk ^Bmbar E A (notes) E F# G# And I'm thinking about where I'd rather be ^ABut I burned all my ^A7bridges, I ^Dsank all my ^Bmships And I'm ^Estranded at the edge of the ^Asea

^ABut I need four walls ^A7around me to ^Dhold my ^Bmlife E A (notes) E F# G# To keep me from going astray A A7 D Bm E D back to A And a honky-tonk angel to hold me tight to keep me from slipping Away