(Harlan Sanders - Rick Baresford)

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...