Текст песни Boys In The Barroom

Does God look down on the boys in the barroom?

Mainly forsaken but surely not judged

Jacks, Kings and Aces, their faces in wine

Do Lord deliver our kind?

From singin' for whiskey, three strings on a fiddle

Four on the guitar and a song that I love

Many's the night we spent pickin' and singin'

In hopes it be pleasing both here and above
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Jack string fiddle to my saw tooth bow

Who loves loneliness, loves it alone

I love the dim lights like some love the dew

The only thing I wonder sometimes

Is does God look down on the boys in the barroom?

Mainly forsaken but surely not judged

Jacks, Kings and Aces, their faces in wine

Do Lord deliver our kind?