Blues from the bartender's point of view.
blues rock cherri violato
Lyrics
Hey Bartender
Tell me what to do
I’m torn in little pieces
Let me talk to you.
The women come here to shake their asses
The men call me by name
I’m just standing here washing glasses
Nothing’s going to change.
Your problems, ain’t my problems.
Your crimes, not my crimes
Put me out of your misery
Stop wasting my time.
Thought that I had paid my dues
That was how it seemed
Thought I’d make some news
But you drowned out all my dreams