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Last Chance Saloon

The door's always open
The bar doesn't close
And there's always a table
and the wine always flows

No-one's a stranger
They've all been here before 
When they ask for the usual
I know what to pour

I'm the barman in the last chance saloon
I know every face in the room
I've heard all their stories
of sadness and doom
In the bar-room
At the last chance saloon

Everyone smiles
After a while
Their imminent danger
has found a new flavour

And all the good fortune
They could borrow or steal
Gets left on the table
That's part of the deal

For the barman in the last chance saloon
Living on tips from the room
Picking up empties
And pushing a broom
Round the last chance saloon

Even the mighty might fall
They've nothing to win, but they can still lose it all
Nothing to say, when I turn them away
'cause I get to stay

In the bar-room of the last chance saloon
I'm the barman in the last chance saloon
I got here early and I ain't leaving soon
From the bar-room 
of the last chance saloon