The bars are all closed, it's 4 in the morning. Must've shut 'em all down by the shape that I'm in. I lay my head on the wheel and the horn begins a-honkin', The whole neighborhood knows that I'm home drunk again. And if drinkin' 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 drinkin' 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 I lightly touch down. Well it's been 10 bottles since I tried to forget her But her memory still lingers lying here on the ground. And if drinkin' 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 drinkin' don't kill me, her memory will.