Give Me a Shot

As soon as I walk in, you walk right up to me; And I know what I want, but you ask me what I need. I know you're just doin' your job, and I'm just doin' mine, but I cannot help but wonder if you're open, come closin' time. There aren't many people, with whom, I get along; And there are even fewer, for whom, I'll write a song, but you like to hear me sing, and I like to watch you pour. I wonder if there's something that we both would like much more. Hey, bartender. Would you wait on me? I guess I'll just have to wait and see. But I don't care if it's last call or not - Hey, bartender. Would you give me a shot? Let's make a toast: To making the most of most. Let us not look to see. What will be, will be. So, when you close out my tab, and I ask for one more thing; And say, "Could you call me - a cab?" 'Stead of "Call me in the morning." 'Cause I don't wanna go too far, but I don't wanna go without; So, if I am where you are, please, bartender, don't close me out.