Babe you got me up a tree a way out on a limb
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You told me lies you let me on then turned me down for him
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You took my heart tore it all apart and then threw it away
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And now that it's all over babe here's all I can say
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Oh take my glass fill it up fill it to the brim
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If I can't drown my troubles babe I'll teach 'em how to swim
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If I can't teach 'em how to swim I'll teach 'em how to float
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So please just pass one more glass to please my dusty throat
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Grandpa's swallowed his first drink when he was only eight
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The doctor warned him then and there to stop before it was too late
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But grandpa was a real strong man he wouldn't heed the plea
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Now he's done drink hisself to death he died at ninety-three
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So since my grandpa lived so long I want to be like him
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If I can't drown my troubles babe I'll teach 'em how to swim
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So here I sit in this old bar my future's looking dim
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If I can't drown my troubles babe I'll teach 'em how to swim
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Oh take my glass fill it up...
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Teach 'em How To Swim
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| Hank Thompson |
