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1992

Written by DTYarbrough

A COUNTRY MUSIC SONG

Copyright 2010 All rights reserved

1992

Written by DTYarbrough

Hey bartender, would you bring me one more drink. I'm not thirsty, but it seems to help me think, about the good times, before my baby said goodbye. Don't bring me beer, cause I'll set here, and break right down and cry.

I've forgotten, why she up and walked away. Another drink, and I will think, she's coming back some day. Just leave the bottle, and you won't have to hear, about this fool, upon this stool, and how things went this year.

Well I don't need the bottle, I just drink to pass the time,

till she's returned, and says she's learned, her leaving was a crime.

I could wallow in self pity, and sit home feeling blue,

where I've walked the floor, and watched the door, since 1992.

I'm gonna go now, if you'll point me towards the door. You know it's funny, seems I've been in here before. When she comes back, you won't see me no more. But save my place, just in case, I forget and lock the door.

Well I don't need the bottle, I just drink to pass the time, till she's returned, and says she's learned, her leaving was a crime.

I could wallow in self pity, and sit home feeling blue,

where I've walked the floor, and watched the door, since 1992.