D D6 A7 D D7 lead-in D D D D The night bartender curses as I shout into his ear G G D D my complaint about the service that I ain't been gettin' here: A A G G "See, I'm wavin' at my waitress; I'm beggin' for a beer, D D6 D6 D7 but she never seems to notice, no, she's never even near. G G G G I've been cut off like state and local grants D D A7 D I've been cut off like a worn-out pair of pants." D7 lead-in The night bartender answers while pointin' toward the door: "When you're pawin' at the dancers, an' crawlin' on the floor, don't you bother to demand service, you won' drink no more. You're too drunk to understand sir, but we've been through this before; you've been cut off; you've had your fill of beer. You've been cut off; you'll drink no more in here." G G G D This bar treats me so mean, I should not come again. G G G A Tomorrow night I might just come back to complain. A7 lead-in My body still is thirsty an' my money still is green, but the waitresses have cursed me like a worn-out pair of jeans, whisp'rin': "I could tell the first he started gettin' really mean. Now he's only gettin' worse because he's mad because he's been, he's been cut off like grass that gets too tall. He's been cut off like a short long-distance call." I'm pissed, alone, and thrown out in the parking lot. Is this how they repay the best customer they've got?
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