Misery and gin

Memories and drinks don't mix too well.
Juke box records don't play those wedding bells.
Looking at the world through the bottom of a glass,
all I can see is a man who's fading fast.

Tonight I need that woman again,
what I wouldn't give for my baby to just walk in.
Sit down beside me and tell me it's alright,
take me home and make sweet love to me tonight.

Here I am again, mixing misery and gin.
Sittin' with all my friends and talking to myself.
Looks like I'm havin' a good time but any fool can see
that this honky tonk heaven really makes me feel like hell.

I light a lonely woman's cigarette,
and we start talking about what we want to forget.
Her life story and mine are the same,
we both lost someone and only have ourselves to blame.

And here I am again, mixing misery and gin.
Sittin' with all my friends and talking to myself.
Looks like I'm havin' a good time but any fool can see,
that this honky tonk heaven really makes me feel like hell.