I stood behing that bar till closing time
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I served cold beer, warm whiskey, and Rotgut Wine
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Now I'm up here on the stage
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Everybody knows my name
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And I can't believe how long they wait
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In my autograph line
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[Chorus]
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Not bad for a bartender or an eighth grade education
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pretty good for a backwoods girl
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who had to make it on her own
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I'm on the stool side of the bar these days
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Buying everyone a round
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Ain't it funny how the tables turn
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Not bad for a bartender
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Swingin' doors and cleanin' floors is all I'd ever known
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Out of nowhere somehow i gound my yello brick road
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So when you're broke and paying dues
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Look at me I'm living proof
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And if there's hope for me
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Know there's hope for you.
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[Repeat Chorus]
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I'm on the stool side of the bars these days
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Buying everyone a round
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Ain't it funny how the tables turn
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Not bad for a bartender
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Ain't it funny how the tables turn
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Not bad for a bartender
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Not Bad For A Bartender
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| Gretchen Wilson |
