I thought I'd do just an acoustic version of this oldie.
Bottle and a Barstool
The blues'll come a creepin round a fickle fool
I’m sunk so low I need a taller stool
Cause just like that, she up and walked away
She’s just another woman and I know it’s true,
She isn’t half as pretty as the likes of you
I got this bottle o’ wine and I’m hopin’ you will stay
chorus:
Bottle and the barstool
Can’t tell a saint from a love-sick fool
They’ll listen, but won’t answer either way
Pinball and the jukebox
Can’t judge a man by the coins he drops
They’re talkin’, but ain’t got much to say
(well) I’d give you my number but I just can’t win,
there ain’t no phone in a bottle o’ gin,
but I’ll call you up if you can spare the time
When a man is down, I mean really low,
The blues’ll come and get you anywhere you go
But you’ve got yours and baby I got mine
There’s a leak in the roof right above my bed
And the rain comes a drippin’ on my head
But, just for now, the stars are shinin’ bright
And on the side of the bed where she used to sleep,
There’s stains on the pillow from the tears I weep
But please don’t go, won’t you stay with me tonight?