By David Allan Coe



SHE'S JUST A TEAR I USED TO CRY



LONG BEFORE WE SAID GOOD BYE



NOW SHE'S JUST A LADY THAT I USED TO KNOW



WHEN THE BOTTLE TOOK HER PLACE



SHE WAS A MIRROR I HAD TO FACE



AND A DREAM I DARED TO DREAM SOME TIME AGO







I LOST HER EYES TO A WHOLE BUNCH OF PENA COLADAS



AFTER A FEW MARGARITAS I TOOK ALL THE BLAME



FOR DRINKING MANHATTANS AT TREE IN THE MORNING I LOST HER



BETWEEN THE VODKA AND GIN AND THE BEER AND CHAMPAGNE







I LOST HER LIPS LATE ONE NIGHT ON A STRAWBERRY DAIQUIRI



JACK DANIELS, WHISKEY AND RUM COULDN'T HELP ME THAT TIME



I LOST HER ARMS AND HER HANDS TO A GLASS OF TEQUILA



I LOST HER HEART AND HER SOUL TO A BOTTLE OF WINE







I LOST A BET THAT OUR LOVE WOULD LAST FOREVER



SLOE GIN AND TONIC WAS MAKING MY HEART HARD TO FIND



WITH TWO BLOODY MARY'S I RAN OUT OF VODKA THIS MORNING



LOSING MY CHANCES OF DRINKING HER OFF OF MY MIND