Sorrow On the Rocks

Just pour me sorrow on the rocks
 Bartender sorrow on the rocks will do
 I'm tryin' to drown my troubles
 So make it a double, mhm, mhm, mhm.
 The seat of my pants is slick from my barstool
 And my hand's in the shape of a glass
 My eyes look like a roadmap of Georgia
 And it's a shame I've lost my class.
 One broken heart can do strange things
 To a fellow who can't take pain
 But in this hundred proof condition I'm in
 No position to take her back again.
 So pour me sorrow on the rocks
 Bartender sorrow on the rocks will do
 I'm tryin' to drown my troubles
 So make it a double, mhm, mhm, mhm.
 Looks like the hair on my head ain't never met a comb
 And my face is a bearded mess
 My hand shakes slightly and I have to walk lightly
 Or I'll weave from right to left.
 The music on the jukebox don't mean a thing
 'Cause I'm too far gone for a song
 I sure feel bad 'cause my baby ain't here
 And I'm sorry that I done her wrong.
 So pour me sorrow on the rocks
 Bartender sorrow on the rocks will do
 I'm tryin' to drown my troubles
 So make it a double, mhm, mhm, mhm.
 So pour me sorrow on the rocks
 Bartender sorrow on the rocks will do
 I'm tryin' to drown my troubles
 So make it a double, mhm, mhm, mhm...