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Hank Snow
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Face On The Barroom Floor
'Twas a balmy summer evening and a goodly crowd was there Which well-nigh filled Joe's barroom on the corner of the square And as songs and witty stories came through the door A vagabond crept slowly in and posed upon the floor
Where did it come from? Someone said the wind has blown it in What does it want? Another cried some whiskey rum or gin Here Toby seek him if your stomach's equal to the work I wouldn't touch him with a fork, he's filthy as a Turk
This badinage, the poor wretch took with stoical good grace In fact he smiled as though, he thought he'd struck the proper place Come boys I know there'd kindly hearts among so good a crowd To be in such good company would make a deacon proud
Give me a drink that's what I want, I'm out of funds you know When I had cash to treat the gang, this hand was never slow What you laugh as though you thought this pocket never held a sov I once was fixed as well my boys as any one of you
There thanks that's braced me nicely, God bless you one and all Next time I pass this good saloon, I'll make another call Give you a song no I can't do that, my singing days are past My voice is cracked, my throat's worn out and my lungs are going fast
Say give me another whiskey and I'll tell you what I'll do I'll tell you a funny story and a fact I promise too That I was ever a decent man, not one of you would think But I was some four or five years back, say give me another drink
Fill her up Joe I want to put some life into my frame Such little drinks to a bum like me are miserably tame Five fingers there that's the scheme and corking whiskey too Well here's luck boys and landlord my best regards to you
You've treated me pretty kindly and I'd like to tell you how I came to be the dirty sot, you see before you now As I told you once I was a man with muscle frame and health And but for a blunder ought to have made considerable wealth
I was a painter not one that daubed on bricks and wood But an artist and for my age was rated pretty good I worked hard at my canvas and was bidding fair to rise 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 For gradually I saw the star of fame before my eyes
I made a picture perhaps you've seen 'tis called the Chase of Fame It brought me fifteen hundred pounds and added to my name And then I met a woman, now comes the funny part With eyes that petrified my brain and sunk into my heart
Why don't you laugh? 'Tis funny that the vagabond you see Could ever love a woman and a expect her love for me But 'twas so and for a month or two her smiles were freely given And when he loving lips touched mine, it carried me to heaven
Did you ever see a woman for whom your soul you'd give With a form like the Milo Venus too beautiful to live? With eyes that would beat the Kohinoor and a wealth of chestnut Nair If so 'twas she for there never was another half so fair
I was working on a portrait one afternoon in May Of a fair haired boy a friend of mine who lived across the way And Madeline admired it and much to my surprise Said that she'd like to know the man that had such dreamy eyes
It didn't take long to know him and before the month had flown My friend had stolen my darling and I was left alone And eve a year of misery had possessed above my head The jewel I had treasured so had tarnished and was dead
That's why I took to drink, boys why I never saw you smile I thought you'd be amused and laughing all the while Why what's the matter friend there's a teardrop in your eye? Come laugh like me 'tis only babes and woman that should cry
Say boys if you give me just another whiskey I'll be glad And I'll draw right here a picture of the face that drove me mad Give me that piece of chalk with which you mark the baseball score You shall see the lovely Madeline upon the barroom floor
Another drink and with chalk in hand the vagabond began To sketch a face that well might buy the soul of any man Then as he placed another lock upon the shapely head With a fearful shriek he leaped and fell across the picture
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