ON TAP, IN THE CAN, OR IN THE BOTTLE

Writers Hank Thompson, Dick Hart



On tap, in the can or in the bottle 

To me it will all taste the same 

Down the hatch cause my throat's open throttle 

My heart is pumping sorrow through me vanes 

I could drink to the times when I was happy 

But here's a toast to my misery 

On tap, in the can or in the bottle 

Oh bartender bring it to me 

On tap, in the can or in the bottle 

I wonder who's kissing her now 

My life I'll have to remodel 

And learn to life without her somehow 

There's no place to go and hide myself 

The only sanctuary I seek 

Is on tap, in the can or in the bottle 

Oh bartender bring it to me 

There's no place to go and hide myself 

The only sanctuary I seek 

Is on tap, in the can or in the bottle 

Oh bartender bring it to me 

On tap, in the can or in the bottle 

Oh bartender bring it to me