@migu music@

He drags into work unaware of the proof on his breath

Most men would get fired for putting the boss to the test

Everyone here knows his story and they sympathize

With a man who loves someone who left without saying goodbye

After eight hours he heads home but stops by the liquor store first

He'll close all the curtains then put the whiskey to work

He'll start out in his kitchen chair just like the night before

and with each drop he drinks he slowly sinks to the floor

chorus:

Now he's under the table dying to hold her again

The bottle's his weapon of choice to do himself in

Oh he lies there and prays lord take me away

i can't drink enough whiskey to ease all the pain that I'm in

but til then he's under the table dying to hold her again

Lord it's killing him trying to live without her

when you have to die to get better it doesn't get any worse

this mission of pure self destruction began when she left

yeah he started digging his own grave the day he laid her to rest

repeat chorus