The Hardest Part About Quittin'

Well, I hate the taste of a cigarette

And to this day, I ain't quit yet

And I'm down to my last smoke

And I could use a pack

Well, I'm tryin' to lay down the whiskey

There's a pretty good chance it'll kill me

Oh, but there's still things

That make me wanna turn to Jack

Oh, and there's things that make me angry

Oh, and make me wanna drink

How you stood me up and let me down

And left me up a creek

Between the smoke, the booze, and you

I ain't quite out of the woods yet

Well, the hardest part about quittin'

Is forgettin' that I am

Woke up this mornin' with about half

Of your number dialed and I'm sure glad

That I didn't have the nerve

Well, to follow through with that

Hell, if I may be losing my mind

I might be onto something this time

Don't know what or if how I'm doing

But there's no turnin' back

Oh, and there's things that make me angry

Oh, and make me wanna drink

How you stood me up and let me down

And left me up a creek

Between the smoke, the booze, and you

I ain't quite out of the woods yet

Well, the hardest part about quittin'

Is forgettin' that I am

I should have laid it all down

Hell, a long, long time ago

But it's hard to turn and walk away

When it's got you by the soul

All the things that make me angry

Oh, and make me wanna drink

How you stood me up and let me down

And left me up a creek

Between the smoke, the booze, and you

I ain't quite out of the woods yet

Well, the hardest part about quittin'

Is forgettin' that I am

Well, the hardest part about quittin'

Is forgettin' that I am