Warm Glass of Whiskey

There's a warm glass of whiskey On the table beside me And I just don't know what to do If I don't keep my lips tight I know I'll be all night Drunk and lonely, and drinking bout you I don't know why I bother Might as well burn my dollars With the Marlboro's I keep lighting up If I don't stop real soon I'll be drinking till noon With a warm glass of whiskey turned up Like when the weather gets colder Or your old dog gets older It keeps getting worse all the time When I reach for that bottle I'll mash down the throttle Trying to outrun this heartache of mine When I find out for certain Where my drink stops the hurtin' I'll be on that ole bourbon crutch I bet I'll make it look easy Never thought that I'd see me Need a warm glass of whiskey this much But it makes the pain go away And gives me new words to say And helps me forget, what I don't want to know Someday I hope to find The place where I'll draw the line And the warm glass of whiskey lets go It's not a choice it's a habit Wish that I didn't have it But there's worse things I guess I could do I don't need meth or cocaine To fire up this old train Cause my warm glass of whiskey stays true It ain't the buzz that I'm after Not the tears or the laughter Lord the memories still get to me It's the pause in the feeling While I stare at the ceiling That my warm glass of whiskey sets free And Lord it makes the pain go away And gives me new words to say And helps me forget, what I don't want to know Someday I hope to find The place where I'll draw the line And the warm glass of whiskey lets go There's a warm glass of whiskey On the table beside me And I just don't know what to do