Drunkards Moan

My Hands are trembling, my clothes are drenched with sweat
Bring that bottle to me, I'm not gone yet
I'm sorry for that bruise on your cheek
Where's that flask of silver, it's been over a week

My skin is sallow, it won't be long now
All I need is a taste before they lay me down
So weak and weary, what have I done to myself'
Open up your ears, hear the church bell

When I am gone six feet in the clay
Just one thing that I ask on that day
Pour whiskey on my grave
Pour whiskey on my grave