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
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 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