Babe, you got me up a tree
A way out on a limb
You told me lies
You let me on
Then turned me down for him
You took my heart
Tore it all apart
And then threw it away
And now that it's all over, babe
Here's all I can say
Oh, take my glass
Fill it up
Fill it to the brim
If I can't drown my troubles, babe
I'll teach them how to swim
If I can't teach them
How to swim
I'll teach them how to float
So please just pass
One more glass
To please my dusty throat
Grandpa's swallowed his first drink
When he was only eight
The doctor warned him then and there
To stop before it was too late
But grandpa was a headstrong man
He wouldn't heed the plea
Now he's done drink hisself to death
He died at ninety-three
So since my grandpa lived so long
I want to be like him
If I can't drown my troubles, babe
I'll teach them how to swim
So here I sit in this old bar
My future's looking dim
If I can't drown my troubles, babe
I'll teach them how to swim
Oh, take my glass
Fill it up
Fill it to the brim
If I can't drown my troubles, babe
I'll teach them how to swim
If I can't teach them
How to swim
I'll teach them how to float
So please just pass
One more glass
To please my dusty throat