Four

If I make it through this year
I think I'm gonna put this bottle down
I guess as time goes on
I'll grow to miss it less than I do now
I think I'm gonna tell her
that I'm gonna go away for a while
'Til I can get this demon out

I know the bottle ain't to blame and I ain't tryin' to
'Cause it don't make you do a thing, it just lets you
And when I'm six-feet underground, I'll need a drink or two
And I'll sure miss you

Take me piece by piece
'Til there ain't nothing left worth takin' away from me

Highway's hummin' in my head and it's hard to hear
Won't you read my lips if I pulled you near enough?
Could you read my fortune in the bottom of this coffee cup?
Can you tell me how to tell when I've had enough?

If morning's a bitch with open arms
Tonight's a girl who's gone too far
Whiskey's harder to keep than a woman and it's half as sweet

But women without whiskey
Women without whiskey
Whiskey's hard to beat
Whiskey's hard to beat