Misery & Gin

Verse 1:

Memories and drinks don't mix too well.
And jukebox records don't play those wedding bells.
Starin' at the world through the bottom of a glass,
All I see is a man who's fading fast.

Verse 2:

Tonight I need that woman again.
What I'd give for my baby to just walk in.
Sit down beside me and say it's alright.
Take me home and make sweet love to me tonight.

Chorus
But here I am again, mixin' misery and gin.
Sittin' with all my friends and talkin' to myself.
I look like I'm havin' a good time but any fool can tell,
That this Honkytonk Heaven really makes ya' feel like hell.

Verse 3:

I light a lonely womans cigarette,
We both start talkin' 'bout what we want to forget.
Her life story and mine are the same.
We both lost someone and only have ourselves to blame.

Chorus

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