The burnt out Blues

I'm sat here at the bar
Medicating my blues
The mirror shows me dressed in black
There ain't no way of turning back

I've got the burnt out Blues
Nothing more I can do
I can't think or feel
Got myself hooked to a whisky reel

And as time goes by
My mind stops spinning 
And my thoughts grow dim
My memory blurs of what became of him

And as the whisky flows
And the music amplifies my lows
I'm the girl in black
Head rearranged 
No way of turning back

I've got the burnt out Blues
Nothing more I can do 
I can't think or feel 
Got myself hooked to a whisky reel 

And as the lights are low
There ain't no place I can go
I just drink and smoke
Count the cost of life's exacting joke 

And as my sight grows dim
I block the memories of pain from him
I got no place to go
Got nowhere that I can call my own

So I'm killing time
Just before time she kills me
And I'm living the Blues
You wont see my story in the news

I've got the burnt out Blues Nothing more I can do 
I can't think or feel 
Got myself hooked to a whisky reel 

And as the bar runs dry
There ain't no place I can go 
Except to drown my blues 
At the bottom of a whisky flue

I've got the burnt out Blues 
It's the end of the day
I'm cold and numb
Can it be cured by drinking rum?

I've got the burnt out Blues
And nothing more left to say
Just found salvation 
At the bottom of a whisky dray