I've been a bartender for nigh twenty years,
I love the life I'm livin' servin' whiskey and beer;
I've seen a lot of losers sittin' in this place,
With looks of desperation written on their face.
That guy in the corner sittin' all alone,
He came in here the other night about closin' time;
And who should he see sittin' at that table over there,
Was the pretty wife who'd told him she was gone to evenin' prayer.
When he found out I was the one flirtin' with his wife,
His anger flared, he cursed on her, we began to fight;
But then I saw the strangest thing as he got from the floor,
There was a grin upon his bloody mouth, he made for the door.
All that was a year ago, but now I understand,
That crooked smile on that face bloodied by my hand;
I haven't had a moment's peace ever since that night,
I could almost hear him say, you sucker, learned your lesson right.
Now every Sunday mornin' we're at the church by nine,
And she won't let me have a drink that's stronger than wine;
Why was I taken by those pretty flashin' eyes,
If you take away her prayer books she's a devil in disguise.
I today in desperation called her husband on the phone,
I pleaded with him, "Buddy, will you take this woman home?"
His hollow mockin' laughter just cut me like a knife,
He said "Like I told you, bartender, she's no longer my wife!"