Rosie’s the Reason/San Antone

I’m just the man at the end of the bar
A guy nobody really knows
I’m not a part of the scene at all
In this bar called the San Antone
this bar called the San Antone

If someone comes over and offers some game
I tell them I ain’t playing
I’m here for the lady behind the bar
She’s the only reason I’m staying
Here at the San Antone

Rosie’s the reason I’m settin here
She owns the place, hers free and clear
Cleans her own tables
Pours shots and beers
Rosie’s the reason I’m settin here
Here at the San Antone
Here at the San Antone

When trouble rears its head, It’s nipped in the bud
Don’t want her place to lose control
Don’t need to see things turned upside down
No reruns of the Alamo
Here at the San Antone

Last call San Antone, she locks up
We’re finally on our own own
Shoots me a look as I break a glass
Slipped through my hands of stone
Helping at the San Antone