Whiskey can't sing and whiskey can't write If it could I'd be singin' my song on some big ole stage tonight I had it all but I lost everything Here I sit in this honky tonk livin' proof that whiskey can't sing
I was well on my way to bein' the star that I always knew I'd be All over the hitparade were songs sung and played by me And I wrote 'em by the dozens I thought my pen never would run dry Fancy cars and swimmin' pools pretty girls and I was ridin' high But I guess I started bending my elbow more than I should I sang a duet with Johnnie Walker Red and I said don't that sound good Then before I could find a word to rhyme with wine I was out of my mind all the time My throat got too wet my pen got too dry and my music died on the vine Cause whiskey can't sing...
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