Pour me a cup
of bourbon my friend
sing me a song
of yesteryear

Tell me a joke
like the ones we used to tell
Oh, share with me
a tear

Chorus:
Pour me a cup of your 'poor matched'/punished? soul
The world has grown young
and we both have grown old
Pour me a cup of your 'poor matched'/punished? soul
The battles we won have no meaning no more
x2

Pour me a cup
of bourbon my friend
listen to my words
as I speak

All I wanna say is
as we come to our end
how good, how good it was to meet

Chorus

The battles we won have no meaning no more (repeat)