Burying My Troubles

Burying my troubles

In another glass of wine

Swallowing my worries away

Bear in mind tomorrow

Is another day of sorrow

That only makes me think of yesterday

So I'm burying my troubles

In another cup of gin

Throwing down like water in the road

Running over memories

Falling down upon my knees

And begging him to lift this heavy load

Oh still I know

I will find

My happiness at last

Oh

well

Somewhere in the bottom of a bottle

Or a stone cold glass

Sleeping through the hours

Of a sunny summer day

Hiding from the blinding shades of light

Burying my eyes

Breathing deep and heavy sighs

For all the things in life that ain't going right

Still I know

I will find my

Happiness at last

Oh and

Somewhere in the bottom of a bottle

Or a stone cold glass

Still I know

I will find

My happiness at last

Oh and a

Somewhere in a bottle

On the bottom

Or a stone cold glass