How much she means to me

My girl left me this mourning, she left my blood so thin
she left my head in my hands, it was quite a sin

but now i drink my troubles away
but no matter how much i drink, they still seam to stay

but when i get to the bottom of the glass, i have to say
all my troubles come back to me, for another day

so i drink a little more, see what there is to see
and then I\'ll pass out, and dream a fantasy

of what you and me could be, but now all i see
is another bottle of whiskey for me

and when i crack open, another bottle
i find a new girl, who i can cuddle

but the whiskey can only do so much
for a man thats so out of touch
like me

thats why i drink everyday, to cover up my misery
and everyone knows, how much she means to me