Beer bottle Blues
Here I sit all broken hearted.
She left and is not going to come back.
One beer might **** the pain.
Then my friends all say she was no more than trash.
That she really didn't love you.
Two bottles of beer to **** the headache..
The feelings that I had for her was so great.
That the third bottle of beer would do me in.
Now so drunk I can not remember her name.
The fourth bottle will say it all.
Beer bottle blues that's what I got.
Hey joe another round.
Then I'll quit dreaming