The only bottle I ever thought of held the wine
And the barroom always seemed a second home
Last night those thoughts we shattered when I heard them call my name
And the words my wife was crying on the phone
Please bring a bottle of milk for the baby
Oh just as one time try and make it home tonight
Don't make him go another night without his daddy
Please bring a bottle of milk instead of wine
Then slowly I stumbled from the barroom
And the burning tears of shame fell from eyes
A drunken conscience streamed back at me the worries I won't forget
For I'll always have them branded on my mind