I wake up in the morning full of dread
tryin' to remember what i'd said
i say that i won't call you
and i mean it every time
until i cross that bourbon borderline
I wish that i could tell you why i call
sometimes it's just hard for me, that's all
i know that it's over and it's just a waste of time
until i cross that bourbon borderline
Memories of you surround me
and i'm afraid the tears might drown me
oh, i think i'm doing fine
until i cross that bourbon borderline
It's good that i just do this now and then
you know i'm realy not a drinking man
but i coan't bear to talk about us any other time
until i cross that bourbon borderline
Memories of you surround me
and i'm afraid the tears might drown me
oh, i think i'm doing fine
until i cross that bourbon borderline
Oh, i think i'm doing fine
until i cross that bourbon borderline