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Robert Hunter - Boys in the Barroom lyrics
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 singing for whiskey, three strings on a fiddle Four on the guitar and a song that I love Many's the night we spent picking and singing In hopes it be pleasing both here and above Jack string fiddle to my sawtooth bow Who loves loneliness, loves it alone I love the dim lights like some love the dew Only thing I wonder sometimes 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 |
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