Sorrow On The Rocks - Porter Wagoner

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...