Burying My Troubles

Burying my troubles In another glass of wine Swallowing my worries away Bear in mind tomorrow Is another day of sorrow That only makes me think of yesterday So I'm burying my troubles In another cup of gin Throwing down like water in the road Running over memories Falling down upon my knees And begging him to lift this heavy load Oh still I know I will find My happiness at last Oh well Somewhere in the bottom of a bottle Or a stone cold glass Sleeping through the hours Of a sunny summer day Hiding from the blinding shades of light Burying my eyes Breathing deep and heavy sighs For all the things in life that ain't going right Still I know I will find my Happiness at last Oh and Somewhere in the bottom of a bottle Or a stone cold glass Still I know I will find My happiness at last Oh and a Somewhere in a bottle On the bottom Or a stone cold glass