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Face On The Barroom Floor
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Hank Snow
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'Twas a balmy summer evening and a goodly crowd was there
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Which well-nigh filled Joe's barroom on the corner of the square
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And as songs and witty stories came through the door
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A vagabond crept slowly in and posed upon the floor
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Where did it come from? Someone said the wind has blown it in
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What does it want? Another cried some whiskey rum or gin
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Here Toby seek him if your stomach's equal to the work
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I wouldn't touch him with a fork, he's filthy as a Turk
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This badinage, the poor wretch took with stoical good grace
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In fact he smiled as though, he thought he'd struck the proper place
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Come boys I know there'd kindly hearts among so good a crowd
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To be in such good company would make a deacon proud
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Give me a drink that's what I want, I'm out of funds you know
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When I had cash to treat the gang, this hand was never slow
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What you laugh as though you thought this pocket never held a sov
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I once was fixed as well my boys as any one of you
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There thanks that's braced me nicely, God bless you one and all
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Next time I pass this good saloon, I'll make another call
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Give you a song no I can't do that, my singing days are past
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My voice is cracked, my throat's worn out and my lungs are going fast
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Say give me another whiskey and I'll tell you what I'll do
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I'll tell you a funny story and a fact I promise too
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That I was ever a decent man, not one of you would think
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But I was some four or five years back, say give me another drink
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Fill her up Joe I want to put some life into my frame
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Such little drinks to a bum like me are miserably tame
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Five fingers there that's the scheme and corking whiskey too
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Well here's luck boys and landlord my best regards to you
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You've treated me pretty kindly and I'd like to tell you how
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I came to be the dirty sot, you see before you now
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As I told you once I was a man with muscle frame and health
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And but for a blunder ought to have made considerable wealth
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I was a painter not one that daubed on bricks and wood
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But an artist and for my age was rated pretty good
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I worked hard at my canvas and was bidding fair to rise
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For gradually I saw the star of fame before my eyes
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I made a picture perhaps you've seen 'tis called the Chase of Fame
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It brought me fifteen hundred pounds and added to my name
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And then I met a woman, now comes the funny part
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With eyes that petrified my brain and sunk into my heart
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Why don't you laugh? 'Tis funny that the vagabond you see
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Could ever love a woman and a expect her love for me
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But 'twas so and for a month or two her smiles were freely given
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And when he loving lips touched mine, it carried me to heaven
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Did you ever see a woman for whom your soul you'd give
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With a form like the Milo Venus too beautiful to live?
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With eyes that would beat the Kohinoor and a wealth of chestnut Nair
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If so 'twas she for there never was another half so fair
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I was working on a portrait one afternoon in May
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Of a fair haired boy a friend of mine who lived across the way
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And Madeline admired it and much to my surprise
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Said that she'd like to know the man that had such dreamy eyes
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It didn't take long to know him and before the month had flown
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My friend had stolen my darling and I was left alone
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And eve a year of misery had possessed above my head
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The jewel I had treasured so had tarnished and was dead
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That's why I took to drink, boys why I never saw you smile
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I thought you'd be amused and laughing all the while
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Why what's the matter friend there's a teardrop in your eye?
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Come laugh like me 'tis only babes and woman that should cry
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Say boys if you give me just another whiskey I'll be glad
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And I'll draw right here a picture of the face that drove me mad
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Give me that piece of chalk with which you mark the baseball score
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You shall see the lovely Madeline upon the barroom floor
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Another drink and with chalk in hand the vagabond began
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To sketch a face that well might buy the soul of any man
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Then as he placed another lock upon the shapely head
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With a fearful shriek he leaped and fell across the picture
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