Whiskey And You
There's a bottle on the dresser by your ring
And it's empty so right now I don't feel a thing
And I'll be hurtin' when I wake up on the floor
But I'll be over it by noon
And that's the difference between whiskey and you
Come tomorrow I can walk in any store
It ain't a problem they'll always sell me more
But you're forgiveness is something that's I can't buy
Ain't a thing that I can do
And that's the difference between whiskey and you
[Chorus]
One's the devil and one keeps driving me insane
At times I wonder if they ain't both the same
But one's a liar that helps her hide me from my pain
One's a long long bitter truth
And that's the difference between whiskey and you
I've got a problem but it ain't like what you think
I drink because I'm lonesome and I'm lonesome ?€?cause I drink
But if I don't break down and bring it on myself it'll hit out of the blue
And that's the difference between whiskey and you
[Chorus]
One's the devil and one keeps driving me insane
At times I wonder if they ain't both the same
But one's a liar that helps her hide me from my pain
One's a long long bitter truth
And that's the difference between whiskey and you
Oh the difference between whiskey and you
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