Barroom Lady

Unlocked the door, we're the first ones here
One of my regulars, he suddenly appears
Draft him a beer, and sat in my place
Donny arrives with a smile on his face

Take his order, yes, it's her man, Dax
"Can I get another beer, yes?" he begs
Take an order and you greet a friend
And there's no telling where the story ends

Oh, whoa, barroom lady
Your hands do the work and a new day begins
Oh, whoa, barroom lady
Your bucket is empty and sweat on your skin

Tips are good, the weekend's over
I wonder when this fucking day will end
Three passes done, all finished with skill
Sometimes wishing that my glance could kill

It's old Glen Bear, he grabs me by the hips
I turn around to shut his lips
"Get another barrel," my boss requests
Rush down to the storehouse where I can rest

Oh, whoa, barroom lady
Your hands do the work and a new day begins
Oh, whoa, barroom lady
Your bucket is empty and sweat on your skin

Shift is done, I sit and rest
The cook, he brings me some food to ingest
He sees I worked the daily grind
He tells a joke to clear my mind

My spirits revived, I'm good at last
Hand me over another glass
I'm heading home, just one more night
I think I'm prepared for the next barroom fight

Oh, whoa, barroom lady
Your hands do the work and a new day begins
Oh, whoa, barroom lady
Your bucket is empty and sweat on your skin
Your bucket is empty and sweat on your skin

Your hands do the work and a new day begins
Your bucket is empty and sweat on your skin