I walked into the bar and I pulled up a stool.
I was nobody special, just another fool
Hoping to drown my sorrow away with whiskey or wine.
Then I waited a while until the bartender came.
I don’t recall if I asked him his name,
But when he asked me how I was doing, I lied and said fine.
My wife has taken a lover,
She’s holding another
The same way she used to hold me.
No, I don’t need your sympathy,
Just another drink.
‘Cause I’ll be drinking ‘til closing.
I’ll be quickly disposing
Of all of her memories.
So bartender won’t you please
Fix me another drink.
Sept. 5, 1990
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