Bartender's Rag - Thin White Rope

Wring out that bartender’s rag

And let it wipe away my blues

You ain’t got a lot of call to use it

And it will help me more than it will you

Wring it over ice cubes with a cherry

Red as lips that told me we were through

Limes and lemons, words that came between us

Sour as that bartender’s rag brew

No one could have told me I’d be singing out the strains

Of what any man with sense would be pouring down the drain