The Bottle Remembers
Well It's not even noon and I'm on my fifth beer
Too much Jack and my head still ain't clear
Thought a Jones' song might help me get by
But not this time
It turns out I can't drink away your memory
Every cup I turn up just reminds me
Of why you said you had enough
All you left me with was a trail of dust
Don't wanna remember
Where I was wrong
So I'm sitting here drinking and listening to all them old country songs
The bottle remembers
With every drink
Yeah the more and more I do I start to think
Why I was wrong
Why I was wrong
I called in sick God knows I can't drive
I'm getting over you and I still need more time
I was kind of hoping that you might stop by
Just one last time
Wanna tell ya that I'm sorry bout all those lies
Like I picked up the bottle for the very last time
Now I'm by my self at home
And I can't seem to leave this Jack alone
Don't wanna remember
Where I was wrong
So I'm sitting here drinking and listening to all them old country songs
The bottle remembers
With every drink
Yeah the more and more I do I start to think
Why I was wrong
Why I was wrong
Well I got way too much time to kill
But I just can't be happy til
I drown your memory and your gone
Cause baby I know
Your not coming home
Home
Not coming home
Home
Too much Jack and my head still ain't clear
Thought a Jones' song might help me get by
But not this time
It turns out I can't drink away your memory
Every cup I turn up just reminds me
Of why you said you had enough
All you left me with was a trail of dust
Don't wanna remember
Where I was wrong
So I'm sitting here drinking and listening to all them old country songs
The bottle remembers
With every drink
Yeah the more and more I do I start to think
Why I was wrong
Why I was wrong
I called in sick God knows I can't drive
I'm getting over you and I still need more time
I was kind of hoping that you might stop by
Just one last time
Wanna tell ya that I'm sorry bout all those lies
Like I picked up the bottle for the very last time
Now I'm by my self at home
And I can't seem to leave this Jack alone
Don't wanna remember
Where I was wrong
So I'm sitting here drinking and listening to all them old country songs
The bottle remembers
With every drink
Yeah the more and more I do I start to think
Why I was wrong
Why I was wrong
Well I got way too much time to kill
But I just can't be happy til
I drown your memory and your gone
Cause baby I know
Your not coming home
Home
Not coming home
Home
Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Howell
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