Ben Mark Smith - A Bartender's Tale Lyrics

Whiskey in one hand and yours in the left
Leaving but footprints behind
All I needs you, like the soul of my shoe
And the bottle swept up by the tide
I don't need nothing, said a fool to his wife
Telling his tales at the bar
God will lead me, as he falls in the sea
His last breath a gasp at the stars
Heaven and hell is a story you'd sell
To the poor and the grieving old soul
Our time here is fleeting, so get your arse greeting
The person who'll make you feel whole
He told her to meet him at the fisherman's bay
She arrived to no sight nor sound
But a young rugged biker, Who happened to like her
Let her know that her husband has drowned
Heaven and hell is a story you'd sell
To the poor and the grieving old soul
Our time here is fleeting, so get your arse greeting
The person who'll make you feel whole
Now a biker's old lady is the life she has chose
It's not what she first had in mind
But a life filled with fun, not a stick up the bum
With a bloke who is humble and kind
Heaven and hell is a story you'd sell
To the poor and the grieving old soul
Our time here is fleeting, so get your arse greeting
The person who'll make you feel whole
Heaven and hell is a story you'd sell
To the poor and the grieving old soul
Our time here is fleeting, so get your arse greeting
The person who'll make you feel whole