Lyrics - Life at the Bar
Copyright © 2005 BFH
POOR LONELY BASTARDS
Words & music by Mark Durfield
Copyright © 2004
She said "I’m tired of hearin’ excuses
And I want somethin’ more from my life
I didn’t sign up for this silent affair
And there ain’t much to bein’ your wife"
So she packed up all her belongings
And she threw ‘em all into the car
Now I’m sittin’ alone, no she ain’t comin’ home
Guess I’ll go on down to the bar
With all those poor lonely bastards
But at least I’m surrounded by friends
Late at night in this bar-room
When the evenin’ has come to an end
No there ain’t no reason to go on back home
There ain’t nothin’ left I can mend
Guess I’ll sit right here on this bar-stool
With the poor lonely bastards again
Each one’s got a different story
But somehow, they all seem the same
Tryin’ to drown out their sorrows
They’re drinkin’ to forget the names
Of women who left them so shattered
So broken and oh so along
Oh but I’ll sit right here with my friends and a beer
Yeah it looks like this bar is a home
For all those poor lonely bastards
But at least I’m surrounded by friends
Late at night in this bar-room
When the evenin’ has come to an end
No there ain’t no reason to go on back home
There ain’t nothin’ left I can mend
Guess I’ll sit right here on this bar-stool
With the poor lonely bastards again
Well if you’re feelin’ down, we'll buy one more round
We make such a pitiful sight
Ain’t no need to explain, it would all be in vain
You’re a poor lonely bastard tonight
Now this place is gettin’ quite crowded
And we’re thinkin’ about addin’ on
Makin’ more room for poor lonely fools
With no reason to leave and go home
Well it seems like our group is expandin’
And I ain’t never seen one depart
We’ve accepted our fate, it’s already too late
No there ain’t nothin’ left of our hearts
Cause we’re all poor lonely bastards
But at least I’m surrounded by friends
Late at night in this bar-room
When the evenin’ has come to an end
No there ain’t no reason to go on back home
There ain’t nothin’ left I can mend
Guess I’ll sit right here on this bar-stool
With the poor lonely bastards again
Words & music by Mark Durfield
Copyright © 2004
She said "I’m tired of hearin’ excuses
And I want somethin’ more from my life
I didn’t sign up for this silent affair
And there ain’t much to bein’ your wife"
So she packed up all her belongings
And she threw ‘em all into the car
Now I’m sittin’ alone, no she ain’t comin’ home
Guess I’ll go on down to the bar
With all those poor lonely bastards
But at least I’m surrounded by friends
Late at night in this bar-room
When the evenin’ has come to an end
No there ain’t no reason to go on back home
There ain’t nothin’ left I can mend
Guess I’ll sit right here on this bar-stool
With the poor lonely bastards again
Each one’s got a different story
But somehow, they all seem the same
Tryin’ to drown out their sorrows
They’re drinkin’ to forget the names
Of women who left them so shattered
So broken and oh so along
Oh but I’ll sit right here with my friends and a beer
Yeah it looks like this bar is a home
For all those poor lonely bastards
But at least I’m surrounded by friends
Late at night in this bar-room
When the evenin’ has come to an end
No there ain’t no reason to go on back home
There ain’t nothin’ left I can mend
Guess I’ll sit right here on this bar-stool
With the poor lonely bastards again
Well if you’re feelin’ down, we'll buy one more round
We make such a pitiful sight
Ain’t no need to explain, it would all be in vain
You’re a poor lonely bastard tonight
Now this place is gettin’ quite crowded
And we’re thinkin’ about addin’ on
Makin’ more room for poor lonely fools
With no reason to leave and go home
Well it seems like our group is expandin’
And I ain’t never seen one depart
We’ve accepted our fate, it’s already too late
No there ain’t nothin’ left of our hearts
Cause we’re all poor lonely bastards
But at least I’m surrounded by friends
Late at night in this bar-room
When the evenin’ has come to an end
No there ain’t no reason to go on back home
There ain’t nothin’ left I can mend
Guess I’ll sit right here on this bar-stool
With the poor lonely bastards again
Life at the Bar
Released 2004 - 13th Floor Music
Produced by The Bearfoot Hookers
Recorded & Mixed by Marcus Thompson at Chase Park Transduction, Athens, GA
Mastered by Jeff Capurso
Copyright © 2004 BFH
Released 2004 - 13th Floor Music
Produced by The Bearfoot Hookers
Recorded & Mixed by Marcus Thompson at Chase Park Transduction, Athens, GA
Mastered by Jeff Capurso
Copyright © 2004 BFH