It Won't Hurt

It won't hurt when I fall down from this barstool

It won't hurt when I stumble in the street

It won't hurt 'cause his whiskey ease his misery

Even whiskey cannot ease you hurtin' me

Today I have milled about the sorrow

You know this time I almost won

And if this bottle would just hold down

Till tomorrow

Well, I know that I have sorrow on grind

And it won't hurt when I fall down from this barstool

And it won't hurt when I stumble in the street

And it won't hurt 'cause his whiskey ease his misery

Even whiskey cannot ease you hurtin' me

Your memory comes back up with each sunrise

I reach up for the bottle and find it's gone

Yellow tongue, where every night whiskey leaves me

To face this cold, cold world on my own

But it won't hurt when I fall down from this barstool

It won't hurt when I stumble in the street

It won't hurt 'cause his whiskey ease his misery

Even whiskey cannot ease you hurtin' me

Even whiskey cannot ease you hurtin' me