Bartender

I met all kinds of people at the bar I go, some short lived, but the long-term people
collectively taught me living, but I'd be drawn to the bourbon drinking man with wrinkles
he'd say things and always leave me thinking.
He'd say live and let bygones, what the hell is a bygone anyway
something about a hatchet, he'd have annecdotes and familiar quo tes when all he meant was

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Hey to good friend and to good times
we toastin' light up cigars and stay
till we close down the bar
stumble on out add a bruise to the arm

There was one girl with big black boots and she reaked of booze
and had this way of talking with her cleavage mind you
but I'd be drawn to the bourbon drinking man with wrinkles
he'd say things and always leave me thinking

he'd say live and let bygones, what the hell is a bygone anyway
something about a hatchet, he'd have annecdotes and familiar quotes when all he meant was

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