Texty: George Jones. Bartender's Blues.

Now I'm just a bartender
And I don't like my work
But I don't mind the money at all

I see lots of sad faces
And lots of bad cases
Of folks with their backs to the wall

I need four walls around me to hold my life
To keep me from going astray
And a honky-tonk angel to hold me tight
To keep me from slipping away

I can light up your smokes
I can laugh at your jokes
I can watch you fall down on your knees

I can close down this bar
Go and gas up my old car
I can pack up, oh Lord, and mail in the key

I need four walls around me to hold my life
To keep me from going astray
And a honky-tonk angel to hold me tight
To keep me from slipping away

Now the smoke fills the air in this honky-tonk bar
And I'm thinking 'bout where I'd rather be
But I burned all my bridges and I sank all ships
Now I'm stranded at the edge of the sea

I still need four walls around me to hold my life
To keep me from going astray
And a honky-tonk angel to hold me tight
To keep me from slipping away