ON TAP, IN THE CAN, OR IN THE BOTTLE
(Hank Thompson / Dick Hart)


Hank Thompson - 1966





On tap, in the can, or in the bottle
To me it will all taste the same
Down the hatch 'cause my throat's open throttle
My heart is pumping sorrow through my veins

I could drink to the times when I was happy
But here's a toast to my misery
On tap, in the can, or in the bottle
Oh bartender, bring it to me

On tap, in the can, or in the bottle
I wonder who's kissing her now
My life I'll have to remodel
And learn to live without her somehow

There's no place to go and hide myself
The only sanctuary I see
Is on tap, in the can, or in the bottle
Oh bartender, bring it to me

(Instrumental Break)

There's no place to go and hide myself
The only sanctuary I see
Is on tap, in the can, or in the bottle
Oh bartender, bring it to me

On tap, in the can, or in the bottle
Oh bartender, bring it to me






(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - August 2013)