Women Without Whiskey (Drive-By Truckers)

If I make it through this year, I think I'm gonna put this bottle down

I guess as time goes on I'll grow to to miss it less than I do now

I think I'm gonna tell her that I'm gonna go away for a while

'Til I can get this demon out

I know the bottle ain't to blame and I ain't trying to

'Cause it don't make you do a thing, it just lets you

And when I'm six feet underground I'll need a drink or two

And I'll sure miss you

Take me piece by piece

'Til there ain't nothing left worth taking away from me

I was humming in my head and it's hard to hear

Won't you read my lips if I pulled you near enough?

Could you read my fortune in the bottom of this coffee cup?

Can you tell me how to tell when I've had enough?

'Cause morning's a bitch with open arms

Tonight s a girl who's gone to far

Whiskey is harder to keep than woman and it's half as sweet

But women without whiskey

Women without whiskey

Whiskey is hard to beat

Whiskey is hard to beat