Hangin' On
I don't need a Cadillac or a Mercedes Benz
I just need a bartender who'll listen to my sins
Everybody called her Charlotte but I called her mine
Least I did 'til he showed up and told her she was fine
He came here from the city, a dude with shiny shoes
Told her she was pretty, didn't take her long to choose
I looked at my scuffed up boots and knew I'd lost the game
Never told her all the things I thought of just the same
I should have said,"I love you", and even told her why
Someone was bound to tell her and show up by and by
A guitar, a fiddle and a broken hearted song
And a friendly bartender that keeps me hangin' on
4-29-18
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