A song by Gary Allan Smith
She walked into the pool hall
Eyed the bartender standing there
She eased down through the tables
Said, “Hey mister, I’ll have a cold one right here, and if you’re talking to some guy tonight with a broken heart – Lonesome at best – Send him over, I’ll let the cold ones do the rest “.
And the bartender grinned
Turned his back & popped the top
Strolled down to her table at the far end of the bar
And a thought came to his mind
And he guessed he’d be right
He may save two lonesome soul’s today – From being lonely tonight.
He walked into the pool hall
Eyed the bartender standing there
He eased onto a barstool
Said, “Hey mister, I’ll have a whiskey right here -And if you’re talking to some gal tonight with a broken heart – Lonesome at best – Point her out son I’ll let the whiskey do the rest “.
And the bartender grinned
Turned his back & poured the shot
Pointed to her table at the far end of the bar
And it never crossed his mind
If he’s wrong or he’s right
He just saved two lonesome soul’s today – From being lonely tonight.
They walked out from the pool hall
Past the bartender smiling there
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