歌词
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
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
[Verse 5]
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
Written by: Dwight Yoakam
