Barroom Lady Testo

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

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