After Six

[D]Hey there [C]Mr. Bar[D]tende[C]r  [D]now have a little [C]pity on [D]me  [C]
[D]Time is [C]rough and a [D]fuss is [C]tough and [D]I'm where I'm not sup[C]posed to [D]be
I'll [C]give you my [D]watc[C]h  [D]for a [C]fifth of [D]Scotch
If [C]you don't make [D]fun cause [C]it don't [D]run no [C]better than [D]I do [C]after [D]six

Hey there Mr. Bartender lots of things are botherin' me
There's the hydrogen bomb in Vietnam and I'm out of cigarettes since three
I'll give you my stickpen for a pint of gin
If you don't joke cause the diamond's broke
And it don't shine no better than I do after six

Hey there Mr Bartender you better get a drip on me
My pulse is slow when I'm about to go I need a little charity
I'll give you my shoes for a glass of booze
If you won't tell they don't smell no better than I do after six

(Oh, bartender I'll do anything for you I'll pick my guitar
Bartender you listen to me bartender)