[Chorus] Wring out that bartender's rag And let it wipe away my blues You ain't got a lot of call to use it And it will help me more than it will you Wring it over ice cubes with a cherry Red as lips that told me we were through Limes and lemons, words that came between us Sour as that bartender's rag brew [Chorus] No one could have told me I'd be singing out the strains Of what any man with sense would be pouring down the drain [Chorus]