The bars are all closed It?s four in
the morning Must have shut 'em all down
By the shape that I'm in I lay
my head on the wheel And the horn
begins honking The whole neighborhood knows That I'm
home drunk again And if drinking don't kill
me Her memory will I can't hold out
much longer The way that I feel With
the blood from my body I could start
my own still And if drinking don't kill
me Her memory will These wild old bones
they move slow But so sure of their
footsteps As I trip on the floor And
lightly touch down Lord it?s been ten bottles
Since I tried to forget her But the
memory still lingers Lying here on the ground
And if drinking don't kill me Her memory
will I can't hold out much longer The
way that I feel With the blood from
my body I could start my own still
And if drinking don't kill me Her memory
will
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