The Bottle

He loves Jameson, Jim, Johnnie

And then some more that I can't even name

No, it ain't a lady that's driving me crazy

And getting between us again

Sometimes it's red wine, but most of the time

It's whiskey that's stealing my dreams

That man loves the bottle

More than he loves me

That man loves the bottle

More than he loves me

He's been trying to tell me

But I just refuse to believe

I've tried and I've tried

I've pleaded and cried

But now I finally see

That man loves the bottle

More than he loves me

Well, it's easy to think whenever he drinks

That I should just pack up my things

But in those few moments, whenever he's sober

The last thing I want is to leave

But those moments, I guess, become less and less

So, the reasons to stay, hard to see

That man loves the bottle

More than he loves me

That man loves the bottle

More than he loves me

He's been trying to tell me

But I just refuse to believe

Well, I've tried and I've tried

I've pleaded and cried

But now I finally see

That man loves the bottle

More than he loves me

And I've tried and I've tried

I've begged and he's lied

But now I finally see

That that man loves the bottle

More than he loves me