D
She unscrews the top off her new whisky bottle
      D                                                 A
She hobbles about in her candlelit hovel
         A
Like some kind of witch, with blue fingers in mittens
        A                                                                 D
She smells like a cat, and the nieghbours she sickens
       D
Her black and white TV has long seen a picture
       D7                               Em
The cross on the wall is a permenent fixture
       A
The postman deliveres, the final reminders
       A                                      G / F#m / Em
She sells off her silver, and poodles in china

Chorus.
D                                  E7
Drinks to remember I, me  and myself
A                                                                           D
Winds up the clock, and knocks dust from the shelf
                                   E7
Home is a love that I miss very much
            A                                           G/F#m/Em/D
So the past has been bottled, and labeled with love
                   ------------------------
D
During the wartime an American pilot
      D                                            A
Made every air-raid a time of excitement
       A
She moved to his prairie and married the texan
        A                                                               D
She'd learn from a distance how love was a lesson
      D
He became drinker and she became mother
       D7                                           Em
She knew that one day she'd be one or the other
      A
He ate himself old and drank himself dizzy
       A                                      G / F#m / Em
Proud of her features, she kept herself pretty

Chorus.
D                                  E7
Drinks to remember I, me  and myself
A                                                                           D
Winds up the clock, and knocks dust from the shelf
                                   E7
Home is a love that I miss very much
            A                                           G/F#m/Em/D
So the past has been bottled, and labeled with love
                   ------------------------
      D
He like a cowboy died drunk in a slumber
      D                                                A
Out on the porch in the middle of summer
       A
She crossed the ocean back home to her family
       A                                                      D
But they had retired to roads that are sandy
       D
She moved home alone without friends or relations
       D7                            Em
Lived in a world full of age reservations
        A
Her moth eaten armchair, she'd say that she's sod all
       A                                             G / F#m / Em
Friends who have left her, to drink from the bottle
                   ------------------------

Chorus.
D                                  E7
Drinks to remember I, me  and myself
A                                                                           D
Winds up the clock, and knocks dust from the shelf
                                   E7
Home is a love that I miss very much
            A                                           G/F#m/Em/D
So the past has been bottled, and labeled with love
            A                                           G/F#m/Em/D
So the past has been bottled, and labeled with love
            A                                                 G / F#m / Em  /   D
The past ---  has been bottled, -- and la--be --led with --- love