Pass Me Another Whiskey

Listen to me Beth of a tale I’ll tell of drinking and sinking into debt
Mary packed, she ain’t coming back, my heart is black and dead
Pass me another whisky, Beth
Hand me another cigarette
I might die in this tavern tonight
Don’t try to tell me anybody cares
When the wood mill closed I got to drinking -
Not thinking it would ever come to this
And I prayed to Saint Paul: “I’ll change it all if you let me do it over again”
Pass me another whisky, Beth
Hand me another cigarette
I might die in this tavern tonight
Don’t try to tell me anybody cares

Now Beth, you knew I loved her through and through
And I thought she too would know
And if I got a little mean it was the devil in me -not me- that made her go
Pass me another whisky, Beth
Hand me another cigarette
I might die in this tavern tonight
Don’t try to tell me anybody cares
Oh, Beth, you’re so very sweet and very kind to me
And you’re so very, very pretty
But do me a favor - save your labor and just listen to me
Listen to me Beth of a tale I’ll tell of drinking and sinking into debt