Sometimes I think I'll see your face
Or hear you talking in a crowd
And, Lord, it's all that I can do
To keep from crying right out loud.
But my lips won't form the words
So I guess I'll just refrain
And have myself another drink
And mix the whiskey with the pain.
It doesn't seem so long ago
That I held you in my arms
Well I thought you'd never go
I guess that I was wrong...
Sometimes I think I hear your voice
Or see you walking in a crowd
And, Lord, it's all that I can do
To keep from crying right out loud
But my lips won't form the words
So I guess I'll just refrain
And have myself another drink
And mix the whiskey with the pain.