1 Am F G Keep their spirits up Frank, all for some so some for all, Am F G The only spirits here man are hangin' off the wall, Am F G Yeah, you know as well as I do, that we don't serve up cheer, Am F G When they come for anaesthetics and it's been this way for years, 2 F They empty out their glasses,# Fill 'em up with tears, G One for the road, one for the road, That leads them right back here, 3 Am G To rain on their troubles, Am G Wash 'em down deep, F C And play in the puddle, Em Am Till they're fast asleep. 1 Now Joe he lost his woman to some big-shot business man. He said I trusted love not money and now look where I am. You've had enough Joe, you gotta go now. You've too much Joe, I send you home now. 2 And he says please Frank, please Frank. But I am just the tender, I don't give counsel I don't get close, I'm on no rescue mission man, I'm in no rescue boat, 3 I'm here to make money, Wages plus tips, For pouring water Into sinking ships.