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.
Copyright © John Taylor | Year Posted 2010