Thin White Rope — Bartender's Rag lyrics

Lyrics

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
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