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 miss it less than I will now

And 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

The highway’s humming in my head

And it’s all I hear

Could 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?

If morning’s a bitch with open arms

Then night’s a girl who’s gone too far

Whiskey’s harder to keep

Than a woman, and it’s

Half as sweet

But women without whiskey

Women without whiskey

Whiskey’s hard to beat

Whiskey’s hard to beat