The bars are all closed
It's four in the morning
I 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

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
But if drinking don't kill me
Her memory will

These old bones, they move slow
But so sure of their footsteps
As I trip on the floor
And I 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
But if drinking don't kill me
Her memory will

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Harlan Sanders, Richard Beresford