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You're Always at Home in a Bar
You're Always at Home in a Bar
I have wandered the whole world around, Tipperary to old Timbuktu I've been lost in the woods and the fine neighborhoods where the buildings were brick or bamboo And you still find the kindness of strangers, tho' the street's unfamiliar and new There's a place you can go when there's no one you know, where a welcome is waiting for you
Oh, you're always at home in a bar, boys, you're always at home in a bar With your elbows at rest and a glass of the best, you always know right where you are. There's a pub to be found in every city and town, no matter how small or how far And you're never alone 'till your money's all gone Yes, you're always at home in a bar
For there's a feeling comes over a gent, when his elbow is comfortably bent When the cares of the day are all 'spirited' away, who cares if you can't pay the rent? Tho' you know that your supper is waiting, and the children are callin' your name Tho' your conscience says "no" and it's time you should go, sure your mouth says "one more of the same"
Oh, you're always at home in a bar, boys, you're always at home in a bar With your arse on the stool and a glass that is full, you always know right where you are If the wife locks you out you can wander about, call a friend, spend the night in your car You can weep, you can moan, brother why cry alone? When you're always at home in a bar.
© Chuck McCabe |
Contact: Woodshed Productions,
15466 Los Gatos Blvd. STE 109-161, Los Gatos, CA 95032 - chuck@chuck-mccabe.com.
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