Face On The Barroom Floor Video (MV)

Twas a balmy summer evening and a goodly crowd was there

Which well-nigh filled Joe's barroom on the corner of the square

And as songs and witty stories came through the door

A vagabond crept slowly in and posed upon the floor



Where did it come from someone said the wind has blown it in

What does it want another cried some whiskey rum or gin

Here Toby seek him if your stomach's equal to the work

I wouldn't touch him with a fork he's filthy as a Turk



This baninage the poor wretch took with stocial good grace

In fact he smiled as though he though he'd struck the proper place

Come boys I know there'd kindly hearts among so good a crowd

To be in such good company would make a deacon proud



Give me a drink that's what I want I'm out of funds you know

When I had cash to treat the gang this hand was never slow

What you laugh as though you thought this pocket never held a sov

I once was fixed as well my boys as any one of you



There thanks that's braced me nicely God bless you one and all

Next time I pass this good saloon I'll make another call

Give you a song no I can't do that my singing days are past

My voice is cracked my throat's worn out and my lungs are going fast



Say give me another whiskey and I'll tell you what I'll do

I'll tell you a funny story and a fact I promise too

That I was ever a decent man not one of you would think

But I was some four or five years back say give me another drink



Fill her up Joe I want to put some life into my frame

Such little drinks to a bum like me are miserably tame

Five fingers there that's the scheme and corking whiskey too

Well here's luck boys and landlord my best regards to you



You've treated me pretty kindly and I'd like to tell you how

I came to be the dirty sot you see before you now

As I told you once I was a man with muscle frame and health

And but for a blunder ought to have made considerable wealth



I was a painter not one that daubed on bricks and wood

But an artist and for my age was rated pretty good

I worked hard at my canvas and was bidding fair to rise

For gradually I saw the star of fame before my eyes



I made a picture perhaps you've seen 'tis called the Chase of Fame

It brought me fifteen hundred pounds and added to my name

And then I met a woman now comes the funny part

With eyes that petrified my brain and sunk into my heart



Why don't you laugh 'tis funny that the vagabond you see

Could ever love a woman and a expect her love for me

But 'twas so and for a month or two her smiles were freely given

And when he loving lips touched mine it carried me to heaven



Did you ever see a woman for whom your soul you'd give

With a form like the Milo Venus too beautiful to live

With eyes that would beat the Koh-i-noor and a wealth of chesnut nair

If so 'twas she for there never was another half so fair



I was working on a portrait one afternoon in May

Of a fair haired boy a friend of mine who lived across the way

And Madeline admired it and much to my surprise

Said that she'd like to know the man that had such dreamy eyes



It didn't take long to know him and before the month had flown

My friend had stolen my darling and I was left alone

And eve a year of misery had possed above my head

The jewel I had treasured so had tarnished and was dead



That's why I took to drink boys why I never saw you smile

I thought you'd be amused and laughing all the while

Why what's the matter friend there's a teardrop in your eye

Come laugh like me 'tis only babes and woman that should cry



Say boys if you give me just another whiskey I'll be glad

And I'll draw right here a picture of the face that drove me mad

Give me that piece of chalk with which you mark the baseball score

You shall see the lovely Madeline upon the barroom floor



Another drink and with chalk in hand the vagabond began

To sketch a face that well might buy the soul of any man

Then as he placed another lock upon the shapely head

With a fearful shriek he leaped and fell across the picture