Standard (EADGBE)

 She unscrews the top off her new whisky bottle

 She hobbles about in her candlelit hovel

 Like some kind of witch, with blue fingers in mittens

 She smells like a cat, and the nieghbours she sickens

 Her black and white TV has long seen a picture

 The cross on the wall is a permenent fixture

 The postman deliveres, the final reminders

 She sells off her silver, and poodles in china

Chorus.

Drinks to remember I, me and myself

Winds up the clock, and knocks dust from the shelf

 Home is a love that I miss very much

 So the past has been bottled, and labeled with love

During the wartime an American pilot

 Made every air-raid a time of excitement

 She moved to his prairie and married the texan

 She'd learn from a distance how love was a lesson

 He became drinker and she became mother

 She knew that one day she'd be one or the other

 He ate himself old and drank himself dizzy

 Proud of her features, she kept herself pretty

Chorus.

Drinks to remember I, me and myself

Winds up the clock, and knocks dust from the shelf

 Home is a love that I miss very much

 So the past has been bottled, and labeled with love

 He like a cowboy died drunk in a slumber

 Out on the porch in the middle of summer

 She crossed the ocean back home to her family

 But they had retired to roads that are sandy

 She moved home alone without friends or relations

 Lived in a world full of age reservations

 Her moth eaten armchair, she'd say that she's sod all

 Friends who have left her, to drink from the bottle

Chorus.

Drinks to remember I, me and myself

Winds up the clock, and knocks dust from the shelf

 Home is a love that I miss very much

 So the past has been bottled, and labeled with love

 So the past has been bottled, and labeled with love

 The past --- has been bottled, -- and la--be --led with --- love