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 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 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...