The girl behind the bar
As I walked in the Wayside Tavern The smell of drink was in the air I threw my money on the counter this pretty maid was standing there My thoughts theydrifted so far from me As I liiked upon her lovely face I knew she was my kind of woman No one could ever take her place I said when working hours are over I would just love to take you home She said young man that is a pleasure And soon we found ourselves alone And then our arms went around each other I felt a knofe stick in her back She turned and saw her lover running And said his name was Barnum Jack She did not know her lover followed She did not know he was around Until the fate of death had struck her And now she sleeps beneath the ground I sit alone tonight in prison My thoughts are of the one so fair That I met that night in the Wayside Tavern When the smell of drink was in the air