Lyrics:

By David Allan Coe

Dedication: They told me George Jones was full of whiskey and he couldn't sing anymore. They said he was skinny and sickly looking and he was through. I told 'em he was one of my best friends and whiskey could never make Gorge Jones quit singing. George was on the wagon when we done this song but he sings like he wishes he had a drink.

LAST WEEK HE SPENT HIS WHOLE PAY CHECK ON WHISKEY

I KNOW FRIDAY NIGHT HE'LL DO IT ALL AGAIN

OH HE'LL DRINK TILL HE FALLS DOWN

THEN HE'LL ORDER ONE MORE ROUND

AND THEN GO HOME WITH THAT BOTTLE IN HIS HAND



AND THE ONLY THING I CAN HOLD ON TO

IS THIS BOTTLE IN MY HAND

I KNOW ILL NEVER HAVE TO SHARE IT

WITH ANY OTHER MAN

IM SO GLAD YOU INTRODUCED US

AND ILL DO THE BEST I CAN

TO BE FAITHFUL TO THIS BOTTLE IN MY HAND



SHE TOLD GEORGE THAT CHANGING DIAPERS

COULD SURE BECOME A DRAG

AND TO CLEAN THE HOUSE AND COOK FOR HIM

WAS NOT HER KIND OF BAG

SHE SAID SHE NEEDED SOMEONE

WHO WOULD LOVE AND UNDERSTAND

THEN SHE LEFT HIM WITH THAT BOTTLE IN HIS HAND





AND THE ONLY THING I CAN HOLD ON TO

IS THIS BOTTLE IN MY HAND

I KNOW ILL NEVER HAVE TO SHARE IT

WITH ANY OTHER MAN

IM SO GLAD YOU INTRODUCED US

AND ILL DO THE BEST I CAN