I sit drinkin' in this tavern tryin' to wash away the pain But on the label of the bottle I seem to read your name Lonely songs from the jukebox remind me that our love has died And I'd go home if I could swallow this glass full of pride
Lots of people standing round me some are gay but most are blue And I know just how they feel because they've lost someone like you Even Joe the big bartender has grown cold and cruel inside And he laughs as he fills my glass again with lonely pride
God in heaven guide my footsteps back to her front door tonight Give me words and power to tell her but I know I've not done right On bended knees help me right each wrong and un-tell each lie I've lied Take this bottle from the table and drink this lonely glass of prideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
