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