| Sitting in the same old bar room
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| Staring at the same old faces
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| Hoping for someone new to do you right
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| Someone to be your lover
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| Not just another one night stand
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| A brand new face to take the place
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| Of the bottle in your hand
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| Whiskey lady
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| You ain’t gonna find what you’re looking for
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| In the bottom of an empty bottle, no
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| Or the motel down the road
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| You know there’s nothing funny
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| ‘Bout waking up Monday morning yeah
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| When the pain inside your head’s the same
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| As the hurt that fills your heart
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| O give her your understanding
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| She needs to know that she’s not alone
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| If the woman she was walked out that door
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| Let the girl she is go home
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| Whiskey lady when you wake up
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| In the morning with no make-up
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| And the night before
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| Comes crashing down around you
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| And the feeling that it gave you
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| Like the man who lay beside you
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| Is gone and you’re as empty as
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| The bottle by the bed |