Hank Williams Jr. - Gla** lyrics

You walk in a tavern and you order yourself a drink And wonder if she brings the gla** You try to imagine what kind of person had a drink from at last Was he a rich man who stopped in on his way to make another big business deal Or maybe just a poor man in old clothes who spent his last hard earned dollar bill Was he dreamin' of his future or drawnin' his past or maybe just spendin' some time A meetin' his sweetheart or somebody's wife Or a barmaid he couldn't get off his mind How many times did he refill the gla** or just how long did he stay And just how much money did he leave behind before he finally went on his way Did he drink up the groceries or maybe the rent or even the baby's new pair of shoes And what kind of music I wonder did he use to play I'm sure his selection was the blues This gla** has been held in the hands of a hundred or so at one time And been pressed to the lips of the fairest young girl Who sat there sippin' on beer whiskey or wine God just what would happened if this gla** could talk and let the secret come true I guess it's better that he'd never learned it might mean trouble for you