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I stood behing that bar till closing time
I served cold beer, warm whiskey, and Rotgut Wine
Now I'm up here on the stage
Everybody knows my name
And I can't believe how long they wait
In my autograph line
Chorus
Not bad for a bartender or an eighth grade education
pretty good for a backwoods girl
who had to make it on her own
I'm on the stool side of the bar these days
Buying everyone a round
Ain't it funny how the tables turn
Not bad for a bartender
Swingin' doors and cleanin' floors is all I'd ever known
Out of nowhere somehow i gound my yello brick road
So when you're broke and paying dues
Look at me I'm living proof
And if there's hope for me
Know there's hope for you.
Repeat Chorus
I'm on the stool side of the bars these days
Buying everyone a round
Ain't it funny how the tables turn
Not bad for a bartender
Ain't it funny how the tables turn
Not bad for a bartender