E _
Gb _
Ab A Now I'm just a bartender
D and I don't
Bm like my work, but I
E don't mind the money
A at all.
_ .
_
Gbm _
A I see lots of sad faces
D and lots of
Bm bad cases of
E folks with their backs to
A the wall.
_ .
E But I
A need four walls around me
G to
Bm hold my life,
E to keep me from going _
A astray.
_ _ _ And a honky
Db-tonk angel
D to hold
Bm me tight,
E to keep me from slipping _
A away.
_
E _ _
B A I can light up your smokes,
D I can laugh
Bm at your jokes,
A E I can watch you fall down on
A your knees.
Gb I
A can close down this bar,
D I can gas up
Bm my car, and
E I can pack up and mail in
A my key.
_
E But I
A need four walls around me
Bm to hold my
Gbm life,
D E to keep me from going
A astray.
Am _
Gbm And
A a honky-tonk angel
G to
D hold me tight, _
E to keep me from slipping _
A away.
_
E Gbm Now
E _
A _ _ .
_ _ _ _
D _ _ .
_ _ _ _
E _ _ .
_
A _ _ _ _ _ .
_
F _ _
A _
Gm the smoke fills the air
D Eb in this honky
Cm-tonk bar,
F and I'm thinking about where I'd rather
Bb be.
_ But I've burned all my bridges
Fm and
Eb I sank
Cm all my ships,
F now I'm stranded at the edge
Bb of the sea.
_ .
F _ I
Bb still need four walls around me
Eb to hold
Cm my life,
F to keep me from going _
Bb astray.
F I
Bb need some honky-tonk angels
Eb to hold
Cm me tight,
F to keep me from slipping _
Eb away.
_ _ .
_ _
Bb _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ .