(D. Frazier)
Well, it won't be long now
Until that ol' sun goes down
And darkness helps me hide my shameful tears
My wife works all night long
For a man who's halfway gone
She's a barmaid in the Honky Tonk Downstairs
It's a shame she wears the name
Of a man who's locked and chained
To a bottle that's destroyed all hopes and cares
To the men with hungry eyes
