Frank Sinatra – Drinking Again

Drinking again,

And thinking of when you loved me

Im having a few

And wishing that you were here.

Making the rounds…

Accepting a round from a strangers

Being a fool

Just hoping that youll appear.

Sure, I can borrow a smoke

Maybe tell some joker a bad joke

But nobody laughs,

They dont laugh at a broken heart.

Oh, yeah, Im drinking again

Its always that same old story

After the kicks

Theres little old mixed-up me

Tryin to lose, a dream that used to be.