This here bottle’s as dry as my bones

And ol’ dry bones is gon’ hafta

Find a new home

Where the liquor is deep enough

To drown myself in

Bourbon and rye, scotch, vodka, tequila, and gin

Where every ol’ soul

Sets to bayin’ like hounds

Listen hard,  Im speakeasy bound

Coffee and hangovers

Go together like horses and stage coaches

Or broads with broaches

Who’s the hostess with the most-ess

A skirt is a broad is a dame is a bitch

I fell for Suzy-floozy

They found me in a ditch

I was hittin’ the bottle cause Suzy 

she don’t love me no more

But I’m back on my feet 

it’s time to even the score, even it up now

This here bottle’s as dry as my bones

And ol’ dry bones is gon’ hafta

Find a new home

Where the liquor is deep enough

To drown myself in

Bourbon and rye, scotch, vodka, tequila, and gin

Where every ol’ soul

Sets to bayin’ like hounds

Listen hard,  Im speakeasy bound

Now gin has mostly been my drink of choice

To wash away my sins

Only trouble is when I’m lit

Well I go and sin again

But I found a means for me

To defeat perpetuality

I get my SCOTCH on rocks

So when OUR eyes lock

I can throw away the key

This here bottle’s as dry as my bones

And ol’ dry bones is gon’ hafta

Find a new home

Where the liquor is deep enough

To drown myself in

Bourbon and rye, scotch, vodka, tequila and gin

Where every ol’ soul

Sets to bayin’ like hounds

Listen hard, Im speakeasy bound