TEARDROPS ON TAP
words & music by Thom Parrott
Copyright © 1978, 2003 by Thom Parrott
One draft, bartender, for the day that we met.
The look in her eyes, I will never forget.
Turn the jukebox up loud. Play Jones and Wynette,
Cause new broken hearts get the same old regrets.
I thought when we married, we'd never part.
Now I'm alone with a new broken heart.
Pull back on the handle. Fill up my glass.
I'll drink to my memories with these TEARDROPS ON TAP.
Draw another, bartender. Here's to dangerous games...
That both of us played, so we both share the blame.
I know that she's drinking, tho she's not drinking here,
But wherever she is, she's got a glass full of tears.
TEARDROPS ON TAP don't help me forget,
But it hasn't been so long that I want to, just yet.
Pull back on the handle. Fill up my glass.
I'll drink to my memories with these TEARDROPS ON TAP.
I'll drink to my memories with these TEARDROPS ON TAP.
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