| I used to think it was all in the drink
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| It made him the way that he was
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| He swore he’d change, poured it all down the drain
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| And finally he’d given it up
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| But tonight in the kitchen
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| I sat there and listened
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| To words he could never take back
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| I didn’t see no Jack or Jim Beam
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| He was drinking his coffee black
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| Oh, I wish he’d been drinkin' whiskey
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| When he told me he didn’t love me
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| But he was stone cold sober
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| He meant what he said
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| And he did what he did
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| 'Cause in his heart it was already over
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| The truth doesn’t lie
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| So I can’t deny it like I’ve always done before
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| Oh, I wish he’d been drinkin' whiskey
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| When he told me he didn’t love me no more
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| He used to come home drunk to the bone
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| After he’d stayed out all night
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| He’d start slammin' doors and pacin' the floors
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| And we’d always end up in a fight
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| But tonight there’s no screaming
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| Just the sound of him leaving
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| And the silence that rings in my ears
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| This house is dry, but for the very first time
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| I wish there was a bottle 'round here
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| (REPEAT CHORUS)
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| Yeah, I wish he’d been drinkin' whiskey
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| When he told me he didn’t love me no more |