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. The trashing cane. The stirrup the harness. The whipping mane. The pickled eye. The shrinking brain. O brother buy me one more drink. I'll explain the nature of my pain. Yes let me tell you once again. I am the captain of my pain. O 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. And 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. O 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. O brother my cup is empty. And I haven't got a penny. For to buy no more whiskey. I have to go home. Well I've been sliding down on rainbows. Well I've been swinging from the stars. Now 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. For I have no head for wine. O 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 blessings gone. So buy me one more drink my brother. Then I'm taking to the road. Yes I'm taking to the rain. I'm taking to the snow. O my friend my only brother. Do not let the party grieve. So throw a dollar onto the bar. Now kiss my ass and leave. O brother my cup is empty. And I haven't got a penny. For to buy no more whiskey. I have to go home.