When the sun comes over the yard arm
I’ll be already sat at the bar
Whiskey and beer are the taste of my tears
I can still feel her weight in my arms
I can still feel her weight in my arms
When the sun comes over the yard arm
She’ll have already walked out the door
Any kind of booze is the devil I choose
To try and cleanse her scent from my pores
To try and cleanse her scent from my pores
When the sun comes up over the yard arm
I’ll be wondering what I could do
Digging over my mind for some wrong I might right
The foul sickening truth breaking through
The foul sickening truth breaking through
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Well I know I could’ve been more thoughtful
I know i should’ve opened my heart
Now I’m sitting here drinking and crying alone
And everything’s falling apart
When the sun comes up over the yard arm
I’ll be wondering just where she will be
If I could only think where I would follow her there
And beg like a dog on my knees
And beg like a dog on my knees
When the sun comes up over the yard arm
I’ll be already half way to hell
I’ll have too much to lose I’ll be too drunk to move
I’ll be thinking of the funeral bell
I’ll be thinking of the funeral bell
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