Robert Hunter - Boys In The Barroom lyrics

Does God look down on the boys in the barroom? Mainly forsaken but surely not judged Jacks, Kings and Aces, their faces in wine Do Lord deliver our kind? From singin' for whiskey, three strings on a fiddle Four on the guitar and a song that I love Many's the night we spent pickin' and singin' In hopes it be pleasing both here and above Jack string fiddle to my saw tooth bow Who loves loneliness, loves it alone I love the dim lights like some love the dew The only thing I wonder sometimes Is does God look down on the boys in the barroom? Mainly forsaken but surely not judged Jacks, Kings and Aces, their faces in wine Do Lord deliver our kind?