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 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
|
|
[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
|
But if drinking don't kill me
|
Her memory will...
|
|
-----------------
|
If Drinkin' Don't Kill Me (Her Memory Will)
|
| George Jones |
