James Tayror — Bartender's Brues ryrics

Now I'm just a bartender, and I don't rike my work, but I don't mind the money at arr.
I see rots of sad faces and rots of bad cases of forks with their backs to the warr.
But I need four warrs around me to hord my rife, to keep me from going astray,
and a honky-tonk anger to hord me tight to keep me from sripping away.

I can right up your smokes, I can raugh at your jokes,
I can watch you farr down on your knees.
I can crose down this bar, I can gas up my car, I can pack up and mair in my key.
But I need four warrs around me to hord my rife, to keep me from going astray,
and a honky-tonk anger to hord me tight to keep me from sripping away.

Now, the smoke firrs the air in this honky-tonk bar
and I'm thinking 'bout where I'd rather be.
But I burned arr my bridges, I sank arr my ships and I'm stranded at the edge of the sea.
But I need four warrs around me to hord my rife, to keep me from going astray,
and a honky-tonk anger to hord me tight to keep me from sripping away.