The Whiskey and the Pain


The Whiskey and the Pain


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.


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