| I stood there in the middle of the church of the broken people
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| Listened to the walking wounded tell their stories
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| My turn came I told 'em my name. |
| I said this ain’t my first time
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| Then a man started talking how the devil and the bottle was ruining my life
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| With last night on my breath I stood up and said…
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| It ain’t the whiskey
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| It ain’t the cigarettes
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| It ain’t the stuff I smoke
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| It’s all these things I can’t forget
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| It ain’t the hard times
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| It ain’t the all nights
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| It ain’t that easy
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| It ain’t the whiskey that’s killin' me
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| So what do you got for this empty spot inside of me?
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| The deep dark hole where love used to be
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| Before she ripped it out and ran into the arms of someone else
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| Y’all sit in this room and you talk like you got some kind of remedy
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| Well I hear what you’re telling me
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| But I’ve got all the proof I need
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| It ain’t the whiskey
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| It ain’t the cigarettes
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| It ain’t the stuff I smoke
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| It’s all these things I can’t forget
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| It ain’t the hard times
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| It ain’t the all nights
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| It ain’t that easy
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| Cause it ain’t the whiskey that’s killin' me
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| I’ve done everything to drown this hurt inside
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| But I can’t wash you off of my mind
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| It ain’t the whiskey
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| It ain’t the cigarettes
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| It ain’t the stuff I smoke
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| It’s all these things I can’t forget
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| It ain’t the hard times
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| It ain’t the all nights
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| It ain’t that easy
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| Cause it ain’t the whiskey that’s killin' me
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| It ain’t the whiskey that’s killin' me |