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Bartender Blues

James Taylor
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D-DU-UDU
  Now  I'm just a bartender
  And I don't  like my work
  But I don't  mind the money at all
  I see lots  of sad faces
  And lots  of bad cases
  Of folks  with their backs to the wall
 
 But I need four walls around me to hold my life
  To keep  me from going a-stray
  And a honky-tonk  angel  to hold  me tight
  To keep  me from slipping away
  I can light  up your smokes
  I can laugh  at your jokes
  I can watch  you fall down on your knees
  I can close  down this bar
  I can gas  up my  car
  I can pack  up and mail in my key
  Now, the smoke  fills the air
  In this honky-tonk  bar
  And I'm thinking  'bout where I'd rather be
  But I burned  all my bridges
  I sank  all my ships
  And I'm stranded  at the edge of the sea

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Readable chord sheet for Bartender Blues by James Taylor

[E]  [F#m7] [E/G#]
              [A]Now I'm just a bar[A7]tender
              And I [D]don't like my [Bm7]work
              But I d[E]on't mind the money at [A]all [E]    [F#m7]         [E]           [G#]

              I see l[A]ots of sad f[A7]aces
              And l[D]ots of bad [Bm7]cases
              Of [E]folks with their backs to the w[A]all [E]    [F#m7]         [E]           [G#]
                                  [A]           [A7]          [D]       [Bm7]

But I need four walls around me to hold my life
                       To [E]keep me from going a-[A]stra[E]y  [F#m7]       [E]         [G#]
                       And a [A]honky-tonk an[A7]gel to h[D]old me tight [Bm7]
                       To [E]keep me from slipping [A]away [E]    [F#m7]         [E]           [G#]

              I can l[A]ight up your [A7]smokes
              I can l[D]augh at your [Bm7]jokes
              I can w[E]atch you fall down on your [A]knees[E]   [F#m7]        [E]          [G#]
              I can c[A]lose down this [A7]bar
              I can g[D]as up my[Bm7] car
              I can p[E]ack up and mail in my [A]key [E]    [F#m7]         [E]           [G#]

              Now, the [A]smoke fills the [A7]air
              In this [D]honky-tonk b[Bm7]ar
              And I'm t[E]hinking 'bout where I'd rather [A]be [E]    [F#m7]         [E]           [G#]
              But I b[A]urned all my b[A7]ridges
              I s[D]ank all my s[Bm7]hips
              And I'm s[E]tranded at the edge of the [A]sea[E]   [F#m7]        [E]          [G#]

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