The 9:30 Pint

It’s not so big a town and I know all of the locals
Some come in to read newspapers some forget their bifocals
Strangers find a home here — trust me I have seen all kinds
9:30 in the morning is when I start pouring pints
The 9:30 pint it can set the morning right
For the one who just got off after working all night
It’s a stop along the way as he makes his journey home
Before he pulls the curtains closed and disconnects the phone
The 9:30 pint for whomever wanders in
It’s not for me to wonder or ask where they might’ve been
If they passed out in the bushes or if they caught a couple winks
I don’t make it my business to know why they need a drink
If you’ve been at it all night & you just have to have one more
Or if you need a cup of coffee I’ll be happy to pour
If you just need a place to sit to warm up or unwind
I’ll be right over here pouring these 9:30 pints
The 9:30 pint — perhaps to start a person’s day
Who am I to judge? And who am I to say?
If they leave here happier than when they first come in
I’ll be here tomorrow morning should the punter call again
The 9:30 pint is one I’m glad to pour
I’m grateful for the business that comes in through the door
So what’re you having sir? Now… what's it gonna be?
I can tell you’re not a local — are you from across the sea?
So top of the morning to you — it’s another fine day
I turn away no one — I have bills to pay
See that pub across the street… the one up top the hill?
If I don’t pour the early one — you can bet they will
So before you rush to judgement & condemn a decent man
Allow me to introduce myself & offer you my hand
I’m just your friendly publican & you’re very welcome here
I open at 9:30 — you don’t have to drink a beer