The Drunkard

The drunkard, he sits at the edge of the bar
Minds his own business as he sips from his jar
The patrons they may snicker and stare from afar
The drunkard, he sits at the edge of the bar

The drunkard, well he's here, just killin' time
Seen the bartenders pour all the whiskeys and wine
They know the day he won't show up will be the day that he dies
Ain't it a sad way, oh just killin' time

The drunkard, his tab doesn't always get paid
Takes a whole lotta drinkin' to wash his regrets away
So he'll mop up the floors and change the urinal cakes
Yesterdays gone, tomorrow's today

The drunkard, his face never smiles, never frowns
Wasn't always the shell of, oh, the man we all see now
The market crash and these damn horses and then the liquor tore him down
King of bad luck, barstool thrown, neon crown

The drunkard, he sits, been dreading last call
Nowhere to go to, yeah, no further he can fall
You may think that you're lucky but time will catch up with us all
No one is exempt from the final last call
No one's exempt from the final last call



Credits
Writer(s): Bradford Allen
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