Richard Leigh Tyson - Bartender Lyrics

The first time she swore it was the last time
The next time was no better than that
Last night she was running 'round on my dime
Bartender, don't bother cleaning my glass

The daylight used to warm me on the inside
This old axe felt right in my hands
Last night I was drinking back the sunrise
Bartender, don't bother cleaning my glass

When it gets down to the bottom
Fill it right back to the top
This glass ain't where it started
But it's where it's gonna stop

I still got a little mud on my soul
About the right amount of blood on my hands
She can't run from the bottom of a deep hole
Bartender don't bother cleaning my glass