Sunday afternoon

I've been drinkin', Momma, since Thursday morning
Sunday afternoon and all that I've been thinkin'
The days are long, and my life can't end too soon
Just me and this bottle in an empty room

The pictures hung on the wall, they speak of better times
When everything was in harmony, the world a perfect ride
Since the day you left me, my life can't end too soon
Just me and this bottle in an empty room

Your face is in places where we've been
Hauntin' my memory, it all comes floodin' back again
The sun's forever setting, and I'm howling at the moon
Me and this bottle in an empty room

This day break will be my last, ready to go home
To that land of no more trouble and sweet angelic song
I'm tired of always dreaming that my life can't end too soon
Just me and this bottle in an empty room

Yeah this old familiar bottle,
This damn old whiskey bottle
This quickly draining bottle
In an empty room