Bartender Songtext
von Ryley Walker
Bartender Songtext
If I go before I′m old
Oh, brother of mine, please don't forget me
If I go
Bartender, please, fill my glass for me
With the wine you gave Jesus that set him free
After three days in the ground
If I die before my time
Sweet sister of mine, please don′t regret me
If I die
Bartender, please, fill my glass for me
With the wine you gave Jesus that set him free
After three days in the ground
Bartender, please, fill my glass for me
With the wine you gave Jesus that set him free
After three days in the ground
On my own, bending knees I pray
Bartender, please
When I was young I didn't think about it
Now I can't get it out of my mind
On my own, bending knees
Father, please
If all this gold should steal my soul away
Dear mother of mine, please redirect me
If there′s gold
Bartender, you see, the wine that′s drinking me
Came from the vine that strung Judas from the devil's tree
His roots deep, deep in the ground
Bartender, you see, the wine that′s drinking me
Came from the vine that strung Judas from the devil's tree
His roots deep, deep in the ground
On my own, bending knees
Bartender, please
On my own, bending knees
Bartender, please
Oh, brother of mine, please don't forget me
If I go
Bartender, please, fill my glass for me
With the wine you gave Jesus that set him free
After three days in the ground
If I die before my time
Sweet sister of mine, please don′t regret me
If I die
Bartender, please, fill my glass for me
With the wine you gave Jesus that set him free
After three days in the ground
Bartender, please, fill my glass for me
With the wine you gave Jesus that set him free
After three days in the ground
On my own, bending knees I pray
Bartender, please
When I was young I didn't think about it
Now I can't get it out of my mind
On my own, bending knees
Father, please
If all this gold should steal my soul away
Dear mother of mine, please redirect me
If there′s gold
Bartender, you see, the wine that′s drinking me
Came from the vine that strung Judas from the devil's tree
His roots deep, deep in the ground
Bartender, you see, the wine that′s drinking me
Came from the vine that strung Judas from the devil's tree
His roots deep, deep in the ground
On my own, bending knees
Bartender, please
On my own, bending knees
Bartender, please
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