Just pour me sorrow on the rocks, bartender, sorrow on the rocks will do.I'm trying to drown my trouble, so make it a double.Well, the seat of my pants are slick from a barstool and my hand's in the shape of a glass.My eyes look like a road map 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 the pain.And in this hundred proof condition, I ain't in no position to take her back again.So pour me sorrow on the rocks, bartender, sorrow on the rocks will do.I'm trying to drown my trouble, so make it a double.Looks like the hair on my head ain't never met a comb and my face is a bearded mess.My hands shake slightly and I have to walk lightly or I'll weave from right to left.The music on the jukebox don't mean a thing cause I'm too far gone for a song.I sure feel bad cause my baby ain't here and I'm sorry that I've done her wrong.So pour me sorrow on the rocks, bartender, sorrow on the rocks will do.I'm trying to drown my trouble, so make it a double.Just pour me sorrow on the rocks, bartender, sorrow on the rocks will do.I'm trying to drown my trouble, so make it a double.Just for me, sorrow on the rocksBartender, sorrow on the rocks will do