I SEE A TRACE
OF MY WOMAN'S FACE
IN THIS BOTTLE
I HOLD IN MY HAND
I KNOW SHE'S GONE
BUT I KEEP HOLDIN' ON
TO HER MEMORY
AS LONG AS I CAN
I CAN HOLD HER TONIGHT
BUT I'M LOSING
THE FIGHT
TO A BOTTLE
THAT'S DESTROYING
MY MIND
CAUSE THIS BOTTLE'S
A GUN
THIS GLASS IS A BULLET
AND I'M DYING ONE SHOT
AT A TIME
AND TOMORROW
SHE'LL LEAVE ME
AND THE WHISKEY
WILL FADE LIKE A SONG
AND IT WON'T BE
MUCH LONGER
TILL I'LL BE GONE
I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT IT
AND I JUST CAN'T LIVE
WITH IT
IT'S JUST
A MATTER OF TIME
CAUSE THIS BOTTLE'S
A GUN
THIS GLASS IS A BULLET
AND I'M DYING ONE SHOT
AT A TIME
YEAH THIS BOTTLE'S
A GUN
THIS GLASS IS A BULLET
AND I'M DYING ONE SHOT
AT A TIME