Текст песни If Drinkin' Don't Kill Me (Her Memory Will) - Single Version - George Jones

The bars are all closed.
It′s four 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 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 I 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.