Bar Room Tan

Well I was having a drink in a fall day
My head in my hands, I drifted far away
Then I saw a great big man, he was coming my way
I'm sure there was something he was trying to say

He said now "Look man, you've got that bottle in your hand
Got that bottle in your hand
And look man, you've got that bottle in your hand
And you don't give a damn"

So you're out of work and you're drunk again
You're sitting down trying to know your thoughts anyway
So it's back to work, two along the streets, my friend
With a guitar hop and a song to expand

Said now "Look man, you've got that bottle in your hand
Got that bottle in your hand
And look man, you've got that bottle in your hand
And you don't give a damn"

"You can't keep a job" said the big bossman
"Look at your face, you've got a bar room tan
Your big mistake is every penny you make
You've spent on a bottle and you get over late"

He said now "Look man, you've got that bottle in your hand
Got that bottle in your hand
And look man, you've got that bottle in your hand
And you don't give a damn
You don't give a damn, no"

All right
Yeah

Now listen boy, I've got things to say
As far as I'm concerned, it's your judgement day
Now the time has come, you have got to choose
If you want a steady job or a bottle of booze

Look man, you've got that bottle in your hand
Got that bottle in your hand
Look man, you've got that bottle in your hand
And you don't give a damn

Look man, you've got that bottle in your hand
Got that bottle in your hand
And look man, you've got that bottle in your hand
And you don't give a damn

I said now look man, you've got that bottle in your hand
Got that bottle in your hand
And look man, you've got that bottle in your hand
And you don't give a damn
You don't give a damn, no, all right