Chorus: Em Brother, my cup is empty And I haven't got a penny Am For to buy no more whiskey Em I have to go home Em Brother, my cup is empty And I haven't got a penny Am For to buy no more whiskey Em I have to go home Em I am the captain of my pain Tis the bit, the bridle The thrashing cane Am The stirrup, the harness and he whipping mane Em The pickled eye and the shrinking brain Brother, buy me one more drink Explain the nature of my pity Am Yes, let me tell you once again Em I am the captain of my pain Chorus: Em Brother, my cup is empty And I haven't got a penny Am For to buy no more whiskey Em I have to go home I cannot blame it all on her To blame her all would be a lie For many a night I lay awake And wished that I could watch her die See her accusing finger spurt See flies swarm her hateful eye To watch her groaning in the dirt See her clicking tongue crack dry Brother, buy me one more drink One more drink and then goodbye And do not mock me when I say Let's drink one more before I die Chorus: Brother, my cup is empty And I haven't got a penny For to buy no more whiskey I have to go home I've been sliding down on rainbows I've been swinging from the stars This wretch in beggars clothing Bangs his cup across the bars Look, this cup of mine is empty! Seems I've misplaced my desires Seems I'm sweeping up the ashes Of all my former fires So brother, be a brother And fill this tiny cup of mine And please, sir, make it whiskey I have no head for wine Chorus: Brother, my cup is empty And I haven't got a penny For to buy no more whiskey I have to go home Oh brother, my cup is empty And I haven't got a penny For to buy no more whiskey I have to go home I counted up my blessings And counted only one One tiny little blessing And now that blessing's gone So buy me one more drink, my brother Then I'm taking to the road Yes, I'm taking to the rain And I'm taking to the snow Oh my friend, my only brother Do not let the party grieve Throw a dollar on' the bar Now kiss my ass and leave Chorus: Brother, my cup is empty And I haven't got a penny For to buy no more whiskey I have to go home Brother, my cup is empty And I haven't got a penny For to buy no more whiskey I have to go home | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsAm Em |