En frances


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

When they've been here 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

only 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