Beer Bottle Blues
Here I sit all broken hearted.
She left and is not going to come back.
One beer might kill the pain.
Then my friends all say she was no more than trash.
That she really didn't love you.
Two bottles of beer to kill the headache..
The feelings that I had for her was so great.
That the third bottle of beer would do me in.
Now so drunk I can not remember her name.
The fourth bottle will say it all.
Beer bottle blues that's what I got.
Hey joe another round.
Then I'll quit dreaming.
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