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