The Drinks Are On Me

But Her Mind Is On Him

 

She's lovely, I'm lonely and she's called again

And I will go down to meet her at the old rustic inn

And I will sit down beside her, though my chances are slim

The drinks are on me, but her mind is on him

 

The bar waitress giggles, the old bartender grins

They know I'm a loser, that I never will win

But I'll sit here beside her, though the prospects are grim

The drinks are on me, but her mind is on him

Yes, the drinks are on me, but her mind is on him

 

She cries as she tells me how he went away

How could he ever leave her, why do I have to stay

But I'll sit here beside her and she'll let me pretend

That the good go to heaven and her mind's not on him

While the drinks are on me and her mind is on him

 

I don't have much money, I just paid her rent

I got nothing to show for the time that I've spent

So Mister Bartender, you know the rules

Pour one for the lady and one for the fool

While the drinks are on me, but her mind is on him

Yes the drinks are on me, but her mind is on him

 

©2001 Patrick Weathers & David Sheffield / BMI

 

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