Every time I think about the good love that we had.
I wonder why, I let it die, Lord I feel so bad.
A woman was a precious thing, she tried every way
But I drank too much, and said some things I didn't mean to say.
And it was whiskey talking to her Lord, I swear it wasn't me.
But a man who drinks, he never thinks how it's gonna be.
So my friend, if you have someone who, is waiting with her love,
Take my advice and leave tonight, it's you she thinking of
Cause these old bars leave their scars all over you and me
And it could be you tomorrow night, telling how it use to be.
Cause it was whiskey talking to her Lord
I swear it wasn't me
But a man who drinks,
He never thinks how it's gonna be.
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