It Won't Hurt

It won't hurt when I fall down from this bar stool And it won't hurt when I stumble in the street It won't hurt 'cause this whiskey eases misery Even whiskey cannot ease your hurting me Today I had another bout with sorrow You know this time I almost won And if this bottle would just hold out 'til tomorrow Well, I know that I'd have sorrow on the run And it won't hurt when I fall down from this bar stool And it won't hurt when I stumble in the street It won't hurt 'cause this whiskey eases misery Even whiskey cannot ease your hurting me Your memory comes back up with each sunrise I reach out for the bottle and find it's gone Yeah, Lord, somewhere every night the whiskey leaves me To face this cold, cold world on my own But it won't hurt when I fall down from this bar stool And it won't hurt when I stumble in the street It won't hurt 'cause this whiskey eases misery But even whiskey cannot ease your hurting me Even whiskey cannot ease your hurting me