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 am the captain of my pain   'Tis the bit, the bridle and the trashing cane   The stirrup, the harness and the whipping mane   The pickled eye and the shrinking brain      Brother, buy me one more drink   Explain the nature of my pain, yeah   Let me tell you once again   I am the captain of my pain      Brother, my cup is empty   And I haven't got a penny   For to buy no more whiskey   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   I wished that I could watch her die      To see her accusing finger spurt   To see flies swarm her hateful eye   To watch her groaning in the dirt   To 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      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   Now this wretch in beggar's 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   But please, sir, make it whiskey   I have no head for wine      Oh 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 I 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   And throw a dollar on the bar   Now kiss my ass and leave      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