If Drinkin' Don't Kill Me (Her Memory Will)
The Geraldine Fibbers
The bars are all closed, it's 4 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 a-honkin',
The whole neighborhood knows that I'm home drunk again.
And if drinkin' 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.
And if drinkin' 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.
Well it's been 10 bottles since I tried to forget her
But her memory still lingers lying here on the ground.
And if drinkin' 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.
And if drinkin' don't kill me, her memory will.