The bars are all closed It's four in the morning. I must have shut them all down By the shape that I'm in I'll lay my head on the wheel and the Horn begins honking the whole neighborhood Hood knows that I'm home drunk again If drinking 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 Wait These old bones they move slow but so sure of their footsteps as I trip on The floor and I lie Down Lord it's been ten bottles since I tried to forget her but the memory still lingers I hear on the ground And if drinking 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 Her memory You