Tom T. Hall - Bar with no beer

^GThe beach comber works by the ^Cocean all day He ^D7gets what the tourists and the sea throw ^Gaway

^GHe's hot and he's thirsty and the ^Cwords hurt his ears When they ^D7tell him he's stopped in a bar with no ^Gbeer

^GIt's lonesome away from your kin f^Colks at home By the ^D7campfires at night where the buffalo ^Groam

^GBut there's nothing so lonesome so ^Cmorbid or drear Than to ^D7sit on a stool in a bar with no ^Gbeer

^GThere's a dog on the sidewalk for his m^Caster he waits But his ^D7boss is inside drinking wine with his ^Gmate

^GHe hurries for cover and ^Ccringes in fear Ain't no ^D7place for a dog round a bar with no ^Gbeer

^GNow Billy the barfly first t^Cime in his life He went ^D7home cold sober to his loving ^Gwife

^GHe walks in the kitchen she says you're ^Cearly my dear He breaks ^D7down and tells her the bar's got no ^Gbeer

^GThe owner is anxious for the ^Cbeer man to come There's a ^D7far away look on the face of the ^Gbum

^GThe waitress is cranky she says it's ^Clonely in here What a ^D7terrible place is a bar with no ^Gbeer

^GWell I've had me some trouble I've ^Chad me some pain Been locked ^D7up in the cold and left out in the ^Grain

^GI've fought with the law but there's ^Cone thing I fear To get ^D7stuck in a town in a bar with no ^Gbeer