Bartender's Rag

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Wring out that bartender's rag

And let it wipe away my blues

You ain't got a lot of call to use it

And it will help me more than it will you



Wring it over ice cubes with a cherry

Red as lips that told me we were through

Limes and lemons, words that came between us

Sour as that bartender's rag brew



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No one could have told me I'd be singing out the strains

Of what any man with sense would be pouring down the drain



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