CHORUS
Pour me, Pour me, Pour me, Pour me, another shot of whiskey
Bartender hit me one more time
He left, I cried, I'm lost inside
Oh won't you help me
Oh fill it to the top because I hit rock bottem this time

VERSE 1
Oh listen up now
Well I don't wanna listen to the old jukebox
So don't you put no quaters in the slot
I don't wanna talk and I don't wanna dance
I damn sure ain't looking for romance
I don't wanna hang out with the crowd
I don't wann a party and get real loud
Believe when I tell I've that thought this through,
There's only thing that I want you to do

CHORUS

Ah let's go

VERSE 2
Well I say, here's my story, it's sad but it's true
Ah so many things I never knew
He loved to party and he loved to dance
He loved to get loud every time he had the chance
I always thought it was a simple minded okey
Well little did I know he was the king of karoke
He was everything that a man should be,
The problem was that it wasn't with me

CHORUS

No won't you fill it to the top because I hit rock bottem thistime
One more, fill it to the top becasue I hit rock bottem thistime
Pour me, Pour me, Pour me, Pour Me

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Written by: Heidi Newfield / Ira Dean / Keith Burns. Isn't this right? Let us know.