Pour Me

Pour me, pour me, pour me Pour me another shot of whiskey Bartender, hit me one more time He left, I cried I'm lost inside, won't ya help me? Fill it to the top 'cause I hit rock bottom this time Listen up now Well, I don't wanna listen to the old jukebox So don't you put no quarters in the slot I don't wanna talk and I don't wanna dance I dang sure ain't lookin' for romance I don't wanna hang out with the crowd I don't wanna party and get real loud Believe me when I tell ya that I've thought this through There's only one thing that I want you to do Pour me, pour me, pour me Pour me another shot of whiskey Bartender, hit me one more time He left, I cried I'm lost inside, won't ya help me? Fill it to the top 'cause I hit rock bottom this time Oh, take it, boys Oh, let's go Well, he said, "Here's my story, it's sad but it's true" There's so many things that I never knew He loved to party and he loved to dance He loved to get loud every time he had the chance I always thought he was a simple-minded Okie Little did I know, he was the king of karaoke He was everything that a man should be Problem was that he wasn't with me Pour me, pour me, pour me Pour me another shot of whiskey Bartender, hit me one more time He left, I cried I'm lost inside, won't ya help me? Fill it to the top 'cause I hit rock bottom this time (Don't want you) fill it to the top 'cause I hit rock bottom this time (Mmm, one more) fill it to the top 'cause I hit rock bottom this time Pour me, pour me, pour me, pour me