Misery

Memories and drinks don't mix too well. Jukebox records don't play those wedding bells. Lookin' at the world through the bottom of a glass, All I see is a man who's fading fast. 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. 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 Honky Tonk Heaven really makes ya' feel like hell. I light a lonely woman's cigarette, We both start talkin' 'bout what we want to forget. Her life story and mine are the same.