Mick Flannery - The tender
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AmKeep their spirits up Frank, all for soFme so some for aGll,
The onAmly spirits here man are haFngin’ off the Gwall,
Yeah, you knAmow as well as I do, that wFe don’t serve up Gcheer,
When tAmhey come for anaesthetics and it’Fs been this way forG years,
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They emFpty out their glasses,#
Fill ‘em up with tears,
One foGr the road, one for the road,
That leads them right back here,
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To raAmin on their trGoubles,
WAmash ‘em downG deep,
And pFlay in the puCddle,
Till they’reEm fast aAmsleep.
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Now Joe he lost his woman to some big-shot business man.
He said I trusted love not money and now look where I am.
You’ve had enough Joe, you gotta go now.
You’ve too much Joe, I send you home now.
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And he says please Frank, please Frank.
But I am just the tender, I don’t give counsel I don’t get close,
I’m on no rescue mission man, I’m in no rescue boat,
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I’m here to make money,
Wages plus tips,
For pouring water
Into sinking ships.