(d. frazier) | |
Well, it won't be long now | |
Until that ol' sun goes down | |
And darkness helps me hide my shameful tears | |
My wife works all night long | |
For a man who's halfway gone | |
She's a barmaid in the honky tonk downstairs | |
It's a shame she wears the name | |
Of a man who's locked and chained | |
To a bottle that's destroyed all hopes and cares | |
To the men with hungry eyes | |
She works and hides her pride | |
She's a barmaid in the honky tonk downstairs |