Hank Williams Jr. - Cold, Cold Ground lyrics

Oh the clock here in the barroom says
It's half past nine thats usually
How long it takes me to drink
My first bottle of wine
Yes every fifteen minutes
I can drink another bottle down and
Get fifteen minutes closer to
That cold, cold ground
To that cold cold ground
Well I think I'll play the jukebox
And light up another cigarette
They say for every puff of that loving smoke
You get another minute closer to death
Well I smoke two or three packs a day
And my arithmatic is not to sound
But I know I'm getting hours
Closer to that cold, cold ground
To that cold, cold ground
Now this morning I had me a woman
And a love so nice and fine

But this evening I watched her board that
Train and move on down the line
Our love was so good but now she's
Gone and this is what I've found
Her leaving sure brought me
Closer to that cold, cold ground
To that cold, cold ground
Well I'm standing in the back alley
With a pistol in my hand
I never thought a womens love could
Do this to a man
I hear that hammr clickin', what a sweet
Terrible sound
Let my tombstone read "no liquor
No smoke, no drugs, but a woman's
Love put me in that cold, cold
GroundPut me in that cold, cold ground