Sorrow On The Rocks

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 hmm hmm hmm

While 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 road map 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 hmm hmm hmm

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 hmm hmm hmm

I'm tryin' to drown my troubles

So make it a double

Sorrow on the rocks will do