Lyrics The Tender - Mick Flannery

The Tender

Keep their spirits up Frank, all for some so some for all,
The only spirits here man are hangin' off the wall,
Yeah, you know well as I do, that we don’t serve up cheer,
When they come for anesthetics and it’s been this way for years,
They empty out their glasses,
Fill ‘em up with tears,
One for the road, one for the road,
That leads them right back here,
To rain on their troubles,
Wash ‘em down deep,
And play in the puddle,
Til they’re fast asleep.
Now Joe he lost his woman to some big-shot business man.
He said I trusted love not money and now look where I am.
You’ve had enough Joe, you gotta go now.
You’ve too much Joe, I send you home now.
And he says please Frank, please Frank.
But I am just the tender, I don’t give counsel, I don’t get close,
I’m on no rescue mission man, I’m in no rescue boat,
I’m here to make money,
Wages plus tips,
For pouring water
Into sinking ships.