Six Feet in the Ground
Bartender, bartender, pour me a shot.
I've got a memory to drown.
And I'm not givin up until me or that memory
is buried six feet in the ground.
Hey Sailor Jerry, its good to see you.
I can see you're doin fine.
Pull up a glass while I'm thinkin this through,
you always gettin me through the night.
And oh mister Jameson, whats that you say?
I should just leave her behind?
Cause I'm better off now without her wicked ways,
that drove me out of my mind.
Well now,
Bartender, bartender, pour me a shot.
I've got a memory to drown.
And I'm not givin up until me or that memory
is buried six feet in the ground.
Shot glass in hand, time to dig a hole
so damn deep nobody will know
where I laid to rest my heartbroken soul.
Well I guess that I should just pay off my tab,
go home and hope for the best.
But she'll never miss me and this glass of whiskey
it seems to be all I got left.
Woah now,
Bartender, bartender, pour me a shot.
I've got a memory to drown.
On second thought pass me a bottle instead,
tonight I'm gonna shoot this one down.
Woah, I've tried this before without any luck,
she always come back around.
But I'm not givin up until me or that memory
is buried six feet in the ground,
buried six feet in the ground,
oh buried six feet in the ground.
I've got a memory to drown.
And I'm not givin up until me or that memory
is buried six feet in the ground.
Hey Sailor Jerry, its good to see you.
I can see you're doin fine.
Pull up a glass while I'm thinkin this through,
you always gettin me through the night.
And oh mister Jameson, whats that you say?
I should just leave her behind?
Cause I'm better off now without her wicked ways,
that drove me out of my mind.
Well now,
Bartender, bartender, pour me a shot.
I've got a memory to drown.
And I'm not givin up until me or that memory
is buried six feet in the ground.
Shot glass in hand, time to dig a hole
so damn deep nobody will know
where I laid to rest my heartbroken soul.
Well I guess that I should just pay off my tab,
go home and hope for the best.
But she'll never miss me and this glass of whiskey
it seems to be all I got left.
Woah now,
Bartender, bartender, pour me a shot.
I've got a memory to drown.
On second thought pass me a bottle instead,
tonight I'm gonna shoot this one down.
Woah, I've tried this before without any luck,
she always come back around.
But I'm not givin up until me or that memory
is buried six feet in the ground,
buried six feet in the ground,
oh buried six feet in the ground.
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Writer(s): Samuel Riggs
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