I stood behind that bar til' closing time
I served cold beer, warm whiskey and rot-gut wine
Now I'm up here on the stage
everybody knows my name
and I can't believe how long they wait in my autograph line

Chorus:
Not bad for a bartender
or an eighth grade education
Pretty good for a back woods girl, who had to make it on her own
I'm on the stools out in bar these days buying everyone a round
Ain't it funny how the tables turned
Not bad for a bartender

Swinging doors and cleaning floors is all I'd ever known
Then out of nowhere somehow I found my yellow brick road
So when you're broke and paying dues,
look at me I'm living proof
And if there's hope for me,
I know there's hope for you

Repeat Chorus

I'm on the stools out in bar these days buying everyone a round
Ain't it funny how the tables turned
Not bad for a bartender

Ain't it funny how the tables turned
Not bad for a bartender