Quarters şarkı sözleri

The tavern where you worked Was cold and dark as a cavern You kept quarters in your shirt But I never could just have them You always made me sweep Around every fly and floozie Under booths and bums asleep Waking up they’d ask you who’s he? Behind a glass without a glance My daughter’s boy, you would say While I stood there in a trance Listening to the jukebox play