Women Without Whiskey

If I make it through this year, I think I'm gonna put this bottle down I guess as time goes on I'll grow to miss it less than I do now I think I'm gonna tell her that I'm gonna go away for a while 'Til I can get this demon out I know the bottle ain't to blame and I ain't trying to It don't make you do a thing, it just lets you When I'm six feet underground, I'll need a drink or two And I'll sure miss you Take me piece by piece 'Til there ain't nothing left Worth taking away from me The highway's humming in my head and it's hard to hear Won't you read my lips if I pull you near enough? Could you read my fortune in the bottom of this coffee cup? Can you tell me how to tell when I've had enough? If morning's a bitch with open arms And night's a girl who's gone too far Whiskey is harder to keep Than a woman and it's half as sweet But women without whiskey Women without whiskey Whiskey is hard to beat Whiskey is hard to beat