Am                                     F               G
Keep their spirits up Frank, all for some so some for all,
      Am                        F               G
The only spirits here man are hangin’ off the wall,
            Am                        F                  G
Yeah, you know as well as I do, that we don’t serve up cheer,
      Am                                 F                  G
When they come for anaesthetics and it’s been this way for years,

2
       F     
They empty out their glasses,#
Fill ‘em up with tears,
      G
One for the road, one for the road,
That leads them right back here,

3
     Am            G
To rain on their troubles,
 Am            G
Wash ‘em down deep,
     F            C
And play in the puddle,
              Em     Am
Till they’re fast asleep.

1
Now Joe he lost his woman to some big-shot business man.
He said I trusted love not money and now look where I am.
You’ve had enough Joe, you gotta go now.
You’ve too much Joe, I send you home now.