| I strolled in a bar downtown to lose my blues
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| Rest my weary feet, dust my shoes
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| Asked the bartender there, «Please,
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| Give me one large glass of ruby wine.»
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| Seemed like a movie scene out of the West
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| Walls made of paper card false like the rest
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| Still the wine seemed real cheap
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| At one dollar a glass in nobody’s bar
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| Now here come the sherief’s man, gun in his hand
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| Seeing him stand there, 'lone, drinking
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| At one dollar a glass in nobody’s bar
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| Endless faces now, swimming around
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| Eyes without vision, ears without sound
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| To and fro they stand before me
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| A vision of heaven without Jesus there
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| Easy young woman got nothing to give
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| Only her body to bargain with
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| «Hey sweet boy, won’t you buy me
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| Just one large glass of ruby wine»
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| Tired of this mean old place I’m going home
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| Tired of rolling on like a stone
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| Hey I lost my mind drinking
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| At one dollar a glass in nobody’s bar |