Tekster: George Jones. If Drinkin' Don't Kill Me (Her Memory Will).

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

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

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