Текст песни Corner of the Bar - Mike Johnson

Corner of the bar
Mike johnson, black yodel no.1 *8 july 1989

There he is again, sittin, at the corner
Of the bar.
Lost in conversation with, the bottles, sittin'
On the bar.
And every one he calls by name, and tells them, exactly
Who they are.

And he tells them what they did to him,
He buys a round, and then,
Forgives them all.

But don't you call him crazy,
And don't you try to say, that he is lost.
'Cause every day like clockwork, he's sittin', at the corner, of the bar

Full turn:
Margaret was his wife, and kay, was the girl
Who lived next door.
Sue worked at the grocery store, and carla,
No one knows for sure.

And then there are the other ones, but no one, has ever
Heard their names.
He just smiles kinda wicked like, and he tells them, their secrets,
Will remain

But don't you call him crazy,
And don't you try to say, that he is lost,
'Cause every day like clockwork, he's sittin', at the corner, of the bar

Full turn:

There he is again
Sittin,
At the corner
Of the bar.