| It won’t hurt when I fall down from this bar stool
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| And it won’t hurt when I stumble in the street
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| It won’t hurt 'cause this whiskey eases misery
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| But even whiskey cannot ease your hurting me
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| Today I had another bout with sorrow
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| You know this time I almost won
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| If this bottle would just hold out 'til tomorrow
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| I know that I’d have sorrow on the run
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| It won’t hurt when I fall down from this bar stool
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| And it won’t hurt when I stumble in the street
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| It won’t hurt 'cause this whiskey eases misery
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| But even whiskey cannot ease your hurting me
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| Your memory comes back up with each sunrise
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| I reach out for the bottle and find it’s gone
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| Yeah, Lord, somewhere every night the whiskey leaves me
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| To face this cold, cold world on my own
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| It won’t hurt when I fall down from this bar stool
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| And it won’t hurt when I stumble in the street
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| It won’t hurt 'cause this whiskey eases misery
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| But even whiskey cannot ease your hurting me
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| Even whiskey cannot ease your hurting me… |