Texty
Poor boy, poor soul
Comin' from a broken home
Livin' on the banks of Rio Grande
Walks in, sits down
One bar, one town
They all know his name and his plans
Hey bartender
Pour another round
Raise 'em up and knock 'em down
He'll save the thinkin' for another day
Black label
Coverin' the scars
Of a bruised and beaten heart
You know it's over when the drinker prays
Long week, long life
Runnin' low on borrowed time
A hundred towns and long forgotten faces
Devil talks and lonely hears
Love comes and disappears
There ain't no winner to these races
Hey bartender
Pour another round
Raise 'em up and knock 'em down
He'll save the thinkin' for another day
Black label
Coverin' the scars
Of a bruised and beaten heart
You know it's over when the drinker prays
Over when the drinker
So God ease his restless mind
And save him, oh, one more time
The bottom of the bottle's almost dry
Hey bartender
Pour another round
Raise 'em up and knock 'em down
Hey bartender
Pour another round
Raise 'em up and knock 'em down
He'll save the thinkin' for another day
Black label
Coverin' the scars
Of a bruised and beaten heart
You know it's over when the drinker prays
Bartender
Pour another round
Raise him up and knock him down
He'll save the thinkin' for another day
Black label
Coverin' the scars
Of a bruised and beaten heart
You know it's over when the drinker prays
You know it's over when the drinker prays
Written by: Jessey Adams
