Written by R. Beresford and H. Sanders



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



(Chorus:)

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



(Repeat chorus)