By David Allan Coe

SHE'S JUST A TEAR I USED TO CRY

LONG BEFORE WE SAID GOOD BYE

NOW SHE'S JUST A LADY THAT I USED TO KNOW

WHEN THE BOTTLE TOOK HER PLACE

SHE WAS A MIRROR I HAD TO FACE

AND A DREAM I DARED TO DREAM SOME TIME AGO


I LOST HER EYES TO A WHOLE BUNCH OF PENA COLADAS

AFTER A FEW MARGARITAS I TOOK ALL THE BLAME

FOR DRINKING MANHATTANS AT TREE IN THE MORNING I LOST HER

BETWEEN THE VODKA AND GIN AND THE BEER AND CHAMPAGNE


I LOST HER LIPS LATE ONE NIGHT ON A STRAWBERRY DAIQUIRI

JACK DANIELS, WHISKEY AND RUM COULDN'T HELP ME THAT TIME

I LOST HER ARMS AND HER HANDS TO A GLASS OF TEQUILA

I LOST HER HEART AND HER SOUL TO A BOTTLE OF WINE


I LOST A BET THAT OUR LOVE WOULD LAST FOREVER

SLOE GIN AND TONIC WAS MAKING MY HEART HARD TO FIND

WITH TWO BLOODY MARY'S I RAN OUT OF VODKA THIS MORNING

LOSING MY CHANCES OF DRINKING HER OFF OF MY MIND