I like whiskey in the morning and in the evening
When the sky turns grey. Looking for that bottle of old number seven clear.
It's the only thing that drowns those tears.
Bridge
There's fire and there's lightning. I feel taken in--
A prisoner to this dull and aching pain.
Like running from your mother, it's hard to run from something that you are.
Bridge
Well it's three in the morning and I'm feeling blue, and honey all I DRINK about is you.
And what about the morning come. Days break and bring a better dawn.
Bridge
And I'll drink another. I'll drink to the days. I'll drink to all the troubles that I have seen,
And pour another round. Last bottle in this river town.
Solo
I like whiskey in the morning and in the evening
When the sky turns grey. Looking for that bottle of old number seven clear.
It's the only thing that drowns those tears.