It Won't Hurt

It won't hurt when I fall down from this bar stool

And it won't hurt when I stumble in the street

It won't hurt 'cause this whiskey eases misery

Even whiskey cannot ease your hurting meToday I had another 'bout with sorrow

You know this time I almost won

If this bottle would just hold on 'til tomorrow

I know that I'd have sorrow on the runIt won't hurt when I fall down from this bar stool

It won't hurt when I stumble in the street

It won't hurt 'cause this whiskey eases misery

Even whiskey cannot ease your hurting meYour memory comes back up with each sunrise

I reach out for the bottle and find it's gone, yeah

Lord, somewhere every night the whiskey leaves me

To face this cold, cold world on my own