Bartender Blues

Put up your coat, tip your hat
Cuz Friday night is where it's at
The smell of smoke, clinkin' of glass
The radios playing some Johnny Cash
and I lean on over and ask myself
"What am I doin' here?", but the answers not clear
I think it's got somethin' to do with this ice cold beer

I ain't got much to do for a little while
I'll just be sitting here gettin' drunk in style
It's a temporary remedy for a permanent problem
and If you're asking who's got the blues
well baby I have got them
I'd start to cry, but man I think
I'll just order up myself another drink

I'm at the bar, all alone
This musty place is starting to feel like home
Hunched over in the dark
Looking for somethin to help me spark
My last ciggarette
I'll smoke it as credit towards my health
Cuz I couldn't get my fix from nothin else

I ain't got much to do for a little while
I'll just be sitting here gettin' drunk in style
How could it be the answer to all of lifes problems
If in the first place it's the reason that I've got them
I'd start to cry, but man I think
I'll just order up myself another drink