IT WON'T HURT
It won't hurt when I fall down from this bar stool
It won't hurt when I stumble in the street
It won't hurt 'cause this whiskey eases misery
But even whiskey cannot ease your hurtin' me
Today I had another bout with sorrow
You know this time I almost won
If this bottle would just hold out 'til tomorrow
Well I know I'd have sorrow on the run
Your mem'ry comes back up with every sunrise
I reach out for the bottle and find it gone
Yea Lord somewhere every night the whiskey leaves me
To face this cold cold world out on my own