D5
She unscrews the top off her new whisky bottle
      D5                                                 A5
She hobbles about in her candlelit hovel
         A5
Like some kind of witch, with blue fingers in mittens
        A5                                                                 D5
She smells like a cat, and the nieghbours she sickens
       D5
Her black and white TV has long seen a picture
       D5                               E5
The cross on the wall is a permenent fixture
       A5
The postman deliveres, the final reminders
       A5                                      G5 / F#5 / E5
She sells off her silver, and poodles in china

Chorus.
D5                                  E5
Drinks to remember I, me  and myself
A5                                                                           D5
Winds up the clock, and knocks dust from the shelf
                                   E5
Home is a love that I miss very much
            A5                                           G/E5
So the past has been bottled, and labeled with love
                   ------------------------
D5
During the wartime an American pilot
      D5                                            A5
Made every air-raid a time of excitement
       A5
She moved to his prairie and married the texan
        A5                                                               D5
She'd learn from a distance how love was a lesson
      D5
He became drinker and she became mother
       D5                                           E5
She knew that one day she'd be one or the other
      A5
He ate himself old and drank himself dizzy
       A5                                      G5 / F#5 / E5
Proud of her features, she kept herself pretty

Chorus.
D5                                  E5
Drinks to remember I, me  and myself
A5                                                                           D5
Winds up the clock, and knocks dust from the shelf
                                   E5
Home is a love that I miss very much
            A5                                           G/E5
So the past has been bottled, and labeled with love
                   ------------------------
      D5
He like a cowboy died drunk in a slumber
      D5                                                A5
Out on the porch in the middle of summer
       A5
She crossed the ocean back home to her family
       A5                                                      D5
But they had retired to roads that are sandy
       D5
She moved home alone without friends or relations
       D5                            E5
Lived in a world full of age reservations
        A5
Her moth eaten armchair, she'd say that she's sod all
       A5                                             G5 / F#5 / E5
Friends who have left her, to drink from the bottle
                   ------------------------

Chorus.
D5                                  E5
Drinks to remember I, me  and myself
A5                                                                           D5
Winds up the clock, and knocks dust from the shelf
                                   E5
Home is a love that I miss very much
            A5                                           G/E5
So the past has been bottled, and labeled with love
            A5                                           G/E5
So the past has been bottled, and labeled with love
            A5                                                 G5 / F#5 / E5  /   D5
The past ---  has been bottled, -- and la--be --led with --- love