Oh the clock here in the barroom says its half past nine. Thats usually how long it takes me to drink my first bottle of wine.
Yes every fifteen minutes, I can drink another bottle down and get fifteen minutes closer to that cold,cold ground, to that cold cold ground.
Well I think I`ll play the jukebox and light up another cigarette
They say for every puff of that loving smoke you get another minute closer to death.
Well I smoke two or three packs a day and my arithmatic is not to sound.
But I know I`m getting hours closer to that cold,cold ground.
To that cold, cold ground.
Now this morning I had me a woman and a love so nice and fine.
But this evening I watched her board that train and move on down the line.
Our love was so good but now she`s gone and this is what I`ve found.
Her leaving sure brought me closer to that cold, cold ground.
To that cold, cold ground.
Well I`m standing in the back alley with a pistol in my hand.
I never thought a womens love could do this to a man.
I hear that hammr clickin`,what a sweet, terrible sound.
Let my tombstone read `no liquor, no smoke, no drugs, but a woman`s love put me in that cold, cold ground.Put me in that cold, cold ground.
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