Lyrics:
If whiskey could talk, it'd say I'm a great guyOr at least it ought to, for as much as I buyBut it's money well spent just to help me feel freeFrom the pain she creates, when she's cheatin' on meWell she's at it again, livin' high on the streetsSo I reach for the bottle just to help me to sleepAnd I lay here in bed and dream of a timeWhen she was content with being all mineIf whiskey could talk, it'd say I'm a great guyOr at least it ought to, for as much as I buyBut it's money well spent just to help me feel freeFrom the pain she creates when she's cheatin' on meShe'll come back to me when the lights have gone downAnd she's ran out of men to buy her a roundBut she dreads comin' home to that drunk in her bedWho's living alone hangin' on by a threadIf whiskey could talk, it'd say I'm a great guyOr at least it ought to, for as much as I buyBut it's money well spent just to help me feel freeFrom the pain she creates when she's cheatin' on me