Please listen to me, bartender, I've got something on my mind

I think I might feel better after one more glass of wine

I'm paying for a broken heart, the price of love is high

With nothing left to live for, what's there to do but die?

I know your story, honey, they're all the same you see

Why I knew the minute that you walked in, you'd want to talk to me

But I've learned what you don't read in books from words that cross this bar

I've seen them come and I've seen them drink 'til they don't even know who they are

Now I don't believe a honky-tonk is a place for a girl like you

I might be wrong but you don't look right sitting there on that bar stool

It's not too late, so stop and think before all your pride is gone

You could end up like all the rest with a barroom for your home

I know you're right, bartender

Good night, I'm going home