Sorrow On The Rocks

Just pour me sorrow on the rocks Bartender sorrow on the rocks will do I'm tryin' to drown my troubles So make it a double, mhm, mhm, mhm. The seat of my pants is slick from my barstool And my hand's in the shape of a glass My eyes look like a roadmap of Georgia And it's a shame I've lost my class. One broken heart can do strange things To a fellow who can't take pain But in this hundred proof condition I'm in No position to take her back again. So pour me sorrow on the rocks Bartender sorrow on the rocks will do I'm tryin' to drown my troubles So make it a double, mhm, mhm, mhm. Looks like the hair on my head ain't never met a comb And my face is a bearded mess My hand shakes slightly and I have to walk lightly Or I'll weave from right to left. The music on the jukebox don't mean a thing 'Cause I'm too far gone for a song I sure feel bad 'cause my baby ain't here And I'm sorry that I done her wrong. So pour me sorrow on the rocks Bartender sorrow on the rocks will do I'm tryin' to drown my troubles So make it a double, mhm, mhm, mhm. So pour me sorrow on the rocks Bartender sorrow on the rocks will do I'm tryin' to drown my troubles So make it a double, mhm, mhm, mhm...