1946 The Roving Bartender by Bill Kelly

THE ROVING BARTENDER

It matters not the aches and pains and hardships he endures, He don't tell you his troubles, tho you're always telling yours. So if the weather's hot or cold,or turns from rain to snow. It's up to you to tell him so — he ain't supposed to know. Should he sit down to read the news,some fool with half a jag Pulls up a chair beside him and begins to chew the rag. Tho Job,they say,had patience,a more patient man by far Than Job could ever hope to be, is "The Man Behind the Bar." The preacher in the pulpit, and the lecturer in the hall, Will tell you that the churches are against him,one and all. But when the church decides to hold a fair, or a bazaar. They start in selling tickets to"The Man Behind the Bar." Yetthe time will come when he must shuffle off this mortal coil Hang up his coat and apron,no more on earth to toil; When St. Peter sees him coming, he will leave the gates ajar; He knows he's had his hell on earth "The Man Behind the Bar."

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