Songtext von Bartender's Rag

Wring out that bartender's rag And let it wipe away my blues You ain't got a lot of call to use it And it will help me more than it will you Wring it over ice cubes with a cherry Red as lips that told me we were through Limes and lemons, words that came between us Sour as that bartender's rag brew CHORUS No one could have told me I'd be singing out the strains Of what any man with sense would be pouring down the drain CHORUS