The Beautiful South – Liars Bar (Guitar)

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Well, sitting in a bar alone where no-one knows your name

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Is like laying in a graveyard wide awake

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You're scared that if you cough or yawn you might wake up the dead

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So pretend to read a paper or just drink instead

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I'm a stand-up comedian, but I'd sit down if I could

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The world just seems to want folk like me to stand

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And the punch-lines seem to disappear like clouds across the sky

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And the laughter could be real or could be canned

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Rum by the kettle drum,

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whiskey by the jar

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At Liar's Bar...

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Well, living with a lying man could never really hurt

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But living with a drunk one, no-one deserves

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And you're looking for your husband, you're not sure he's still alive

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Don't bother with the cemetery, he'll be down at Liar's Dive

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I'm a travelling businessman, I just stopped in for one drink

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You'll find that I'm not like the other men

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Their noses are red, whilst mine is only pink

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And they didn't choose their drink, their drink chose them

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Rum by the kettle drum,

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whiskey by the jar

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At Liar's Bar...

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And the grave-digger's smiling at his reflection in his spade

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He's visiting the seediest, the shallowest of graves

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The vocal chords of elephants and the characters of mice

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They're singing, "Whisky, whisky", so good they named it twice

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And son, this is rule one...

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Well, I don't pass buildings with lights on; if I said that I did, I'd have lied

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'Cause what looks like a Chinese restaurant may have Chinese New Year inside

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And son, all my life I've been searching the bars I've been in, I forget

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The lights outside ever brighter, but a light on the inside not yet

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Rum by the kettle drum,

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whiskey by the jar

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At Liar's Bar...

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And he's a world-wide traveller, he's not like me or you

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But he comes in mighty regular for one who's passing through

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That one came in his work clothes, he's missed his last bus home

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He's missed a hell of a lot of buses for a man who wants to roam

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You'll never get to Rome, son

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And son, this is rule two...

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If I look rough, I am rough, if I look sad I am

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If I look broke, I am broke, just a broke-down piece of man

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And I don't mean to get sad on you all, but this is the truth...

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I've turned over enough leaves to fill an autumn; if I had one final wish

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I'd be your slave for a decade if you could take me away from this pish

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If you took me away from this, I'd be different, you'd see

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'Cause I didn't choose a drink, a drink just chose me

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Rum by the kettle drum,

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whiskey by the jar

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At Liar's Bar...

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Well, I'm smoking like a chimney and I'm drinking like a fish

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At Liar's Bar...