Sorrow On The Rocks Lyrics - 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, mhm mhm mhm 

The seat of my pants is slick from my 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... 

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