CHORUS:
I'm halfway down in the bottom of a bottle
& I ain't gonna change my ways
But I ain't half bad when I'm doin' what I oughta
It don't happen much these days
Now the blues only make the whiskey taste better to a lonely fool like me
Keep hangin' around like an old love letter
Or a long lost memory
If I could turn my heart into ashes
& dump it in the deep blue sea;
Then I might forget about your long eyelashes and the way you looked at me
CHORUS:
'Cause I'm halfway down in the bottom of a bottle
& I ain't gonna change my ways
But I ain't half bad when I'm doin' what I oughta
It don't happen much these days
It's been two long years since I seen my pretty baby
But I hear you're doin' fine
But I can't help but wonder what might've been maybe
If it wasn't for this heart of mine
If I were down to my last silver dollar
& the whiskey had all run dry
I'd toss it on down in some ole holler,
Hang my head and cry
CHORUS:
'Cause I'm halfway down in the bottom of a bottle
& I ain't gonna change my ways
But I ain't half bad when I'm doin' what I oughta
It don't happen much these days
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Yeah, I'm halfway down in the bottom of a bottle
& I ain't gonna change my ways
But I ain't half bad when I'm doin' what I oughta
It don't happen much these days
I'm halfway down in the bottom of a bottle
& I ain't gonna change my ways
But I ain't half bad when I'm doin' what I oughta
It don't happen much these days
Don't happen much these days
These days
It don't happen much these days