Barroom Lady - The O'Reillys and the Paddyhats

Unlocked the door, we’re the first ones here

One of my regulars, he suddenly appears

Draft him a beer, and sat in my place

Donny arrives with a smile on his face

Take his order, yes, it’s her man Dax

«Can I get another beer, yes?»

He begs

Take an order and you greet a friend

And there’s no telling where the story ends

Oh, whoa

Barroom Lady

Your hands do the work

And a new day begins

Oh, whoa

Barroom Lady

Your bucket is empty

And sweat on your skin

Tips are good, the weekend’s over

I wonder when this fucking day will end

Three passes done, all finished with skill

Sometimes wishing that my glance could kill

It’s old Glen Bear, he grabs me by the hips

I turn around to shut his lips

«Get another barrel,» my boss requests

Rush down to the storehouse where I can rest

Oh, whoa

Barroom Lady

Your hands do the work

And a new day begins

Oh, whoa

Barroom Lady

Your bucket is empty

And sweat on your skin

Shift is done, I sit and rest

The cook, he brings me some food to ingest

He sees I worked the daily grind

He tells a joke to clear my mind

My spirits revived, I’m good at last

Hand me over another glass

I’m heading home, just one more night

I think I’m prepared for the next barroom fight

Oh, whoa

Barroom Lady

Your hands do the work

And a new day begins

Oh, whoa

Barroom Lady

Your bucket is empty

And sweat on your skin

Your bucket is empty

And sweat on your skin

Your hands do the work

And a new day begins

Your bucket is empty

And sweat on your skin