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Bartender's Pockets

Disc OneAlbum TrackDive Bar Years

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📖 Story

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Fan hook. If you've ever served drinks for a living, or sat across from someone who has — this song is for you.

I bartended for a long time. So did my friend Samir Osman, who I wrote this one with.

We sat down to write one day and started trading what we used to call bartender war stories. The regular who came in every Tuesday and only ever ordered one whiskey neat and never said why. The couple who fought every Friday and made up every Saturday like clockwork. The guy who tipped a hundred dollars on a six dollar beer the night his wife left him.

You see people at their best and at their worst when you're behind the bar. You hear things they wouldn't tell their priest. You become a strange, temporary kind of family for whoever happens to need one between last call and the cab ride home.

And you carry it. All of it. Stuffed into your pockets along with the cash and the receipts and the lighter you keep meaning to give back.

That's where this song came from. Years of pockets full of other people's nights.

"Years of pockets full of other people's nights."

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🎵 Lyrics

Written by Kris Bradley & Samir Osman · © Boomfox Productions

VerseThey say pour me another round, barkeep
I've got some forgettin' to do
They don't care if it's red wine, or whiskey
As long as I'm there to fade out their blues

I've heard stories of love gone south
Watched new romances bloom
They come in alone, most leave the same
But I know they'll all be back soonChorusIn these worn out bartender's pockets
I carry my smoke and my shame
And an old box of woodpecker matches
To set it aflame
With nothing left to lose
Have you ever considered my plight
When the morning comes
For most of those fools
This fool is just saying goodnightVerse 2I'm not schooled in the fine art of love
Unless you count a cool glass of gin
But I'll give you advice along with that round
Validate all of your sins

So until it's that time for last call
I'll numb what ails you most
Then I'll lock up the doors, kill all the lights
And pour one for me and the ghostsChorusIn these worn out bartender's pockets
I carry my smoke and my shame
And an old box of woodpecker matches
To set it aflame
With nothing left to lose
Have you ever considered my plight
When the morning comes
For most of those fools
This fool is just saying goodnightBridgeOnce I've wiped up your tears
And I've mopped up your fears
I slump into a dark corner booth
And I raise one last glass
To my own sordid past
And the last fading gasp of my youthFinal ChorusIn these worn out bartender's pockets
I carry my smoke and my shame
And an old box of woodpecker matches
To set it aflame
With nothing left to lose
Have you ever considered my plight
When the morning comes
For most of those fools
This fool is just saying goodnight
When the morning comes
For most of those fools
This fool is just saying goodnight

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