# #After Six # six Hey there Mr. Bartender lots of things are botherin' me There's the hydrogen bomb in Vietnam and I'm out of cigarettes since three I'll give you my stickpen for a pint of gin If you don't joke cause the diamond's broke And it don't shine no better than I do after six Hey there Mr Bartender you better get a drip on me My pulse is slow when I'm about to go I need a little charity I'll give you my shoes for a glass of booze If you won't tell they don't smell no better than I (chordiearchive.chordie.com)