Mark Insley — Deep End Of The Bar

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[Verse 1]
N.C.                                                   A
The cops are in the parking lot, I'm much too drunk to drive
                                                       D
The band is packing up their stuff, it must be closing time
                                                       G
There's a dusty velvet Elvis and a sign that says Lone Star
                  D            A               D
I'm just treadin' water at the deep end of the bar

                                                    A
Well, I guess I ought to call Marie just to let her know
                                                         D
See, I went out for some  cigarettes  about three weeks ago
                                                     G
And I wonder what she misses most, her Camels or her car
                      D            A               D
But I'm just treadin' water at the deep end of the bar


[Chorus]
           G  A              D
So pick em up   and drink em down
            Bm               A
This is the last   and final round
           G                      D
Where everybody soon forgets your name
         E                       A
And your life   it goes down the drain


[Verse 2]
          D                                                 A
Well, ol' Bill there, he's a cowboy but he's never rode the range
                                                       D
The waitress, she's an actress but she's never been on stage
                                                      G
And old Elvis keeps on starin', a sign that says Lone Star,
                      D            A               D
But I'm just treadin' water at the deep end of the bar


[Chorus]
           G  A              D
So pick em up   and drink em down
            Bm               A
This is the last   and final round
           G                      D
Where everybody soon forgets your name
         E                       A
And your life   it goes down the drain


[Verse 3]
           D                                                  A
Well, this place could make Fellini look like ring around the rose
                                              D
My love life's a disaster, my job's in the commode
                                        G
So pour another cold one, a pickle in a jar
                         D            A               D
'Cause I'm just treadin' water at the deep end of the bar


[Instrumental]
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