If I make it through this year, I think I'm gonna
put this bottle down

Maybe as time goes on I'll learn to miss it less
than I do now

Think I'm gonna tell her that I'm gonna go away
for a while

Till I can get this demon out

You 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 till 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 bottem of this
coffee cup

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 to 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