Sorrow on the Rocks Songtext
von 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

The seat of my pants, is slick from a barstool
And my hand′s, in the shape of a glass
My eyes, look like a roadmap 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


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