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
Today I Had Another Bout With Sorrow
You Know This Time I Almost Won
If This Bottle Would Just Hold Out 'Til Tomorrow
I Know That I'd Have Sorrow On The Run
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
