[00:00.00] 作词 : Charles J Hunk/Fergie Duncan/Mark Hoerdt/Grant Redman/Everet James
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Charles J Hunk/Fergie Duncan/Mark Hoerdt/Grant Redman/Everet James
[00:30.57]The day that she walked out, she left without a doubt
[00:35.31]In her mind, she'd be gone for good.
[00:40.20]I wouldn't hear it, but id broken her spirit
[00:44.10]She was tired of feeling misunderstood.
[00:55.29]Had a beer with her father, he said Charlie, don't bother,
[01:00.33]She's left you and and you're on your own
[01:04.20]So I wrote her a letter, it came back return to sender
[01:08.88]And my poor heart sank like a stone.
[01:13.77]So now I mend my bruises with the cheapest of boozes,
[01:22.17]And I make things fine with cheap wine.
[01:26.79]Each tear gets a beer, that's how I ended up here.
[01:30.78]On this barstool, at a quarter to nine.
[01:50.88]So I called her dear mother, and she called her big brother
[01:55.92]To pass on a message to me
[01:59.67]It was a black eyed reminder I should stop trying to find her
[02:04.71]And I should just let this all be.
[02:46.83]Well last night I seen her, at the local arena,
[02:51.09]at a Lucky Ones show with her friends
[02:55.83]I tried to say hello, but she said oh hell no,
[03:00.09]I guess this really is the end.
[03:22.65]So now I mend my bruises with the cheapest of boozes,
[03:31.05]And I make things fine with cheap wine.
[03:35.28]Each tear gets a beer, that's how I ended up here.
[03:39.00]On this barstool, at a quarter to nine.

作词 : Charles J Hunk/Fergie Duncan/Mark Hoerdt/Grant Redman/Everet James
作曲 : Charles J Hunk/Fergie Duncan/Mark Hoerdt/Grant Redman/Everet James
The day that she walked out, she left without a doubt
In her mind, she'd be gone for good.
I wouldn't hear it, but id broken her spirit
She was tired of feeling misunderstood.
Had a beer with her father, he said Charlie, don't bother,
She's left you and and you're on your own
So I wrote her a letter, it came back return to sender
And my poor heart sank like a stone.
So now I mend my bruises with the cheapest of boozes,
And I make things fine with cheap wine.
Each tear gets a beer, that's how I ended up here.
On this barstool, at a quarter to nine.
So I called her dear mother, and she called her big brother
To pass on a message to me
It was a black eyed reminder I should stop trying to find her
And I should just let this all be.
Well last night I seen her, at the local arena,
at a Lucky Ones show with her friends
I tried to say hello, but she said oh hell no,
I guess this really is the end.
So now I mend my bruises with the cheapest of boozes,
And I make things fine with cheap wine.
Each tear gets a beer, that's how I ended up here.
On this barstool, at a quarter to nine.