Boys In The Barroom Lyrics - Singles - Robert Hunter

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?