Written by R. Beresford and H. Sanders
The bars are all closed
Its four in the morning
Must have shut em all down
By the shape that Im in
I lay my head on the wheel
And the horn begins honking
The whole neighborhood knows
That Im home drunk again
Chorus
And if drinking dont kill me
Her memory will
I cant hold out much longer
The way that I feel
With the blood from my body
I could start my own still
And if drinking dont kill me
Her memory will
These old bones they move slow
But so sure of their footsteps
As I trip on the floor
And lightly touch down
Lord its been ten bottles
Since I tried to forget her
But the memory still lingers
Lying here on the ground
Chorus
And if drinking dont kill me
Her memory will
I cant hold out much longer
The way that I feel
With the blood from my body
I could start my own still
But if drinking dont kill me
Her memory will…