Cheap Whiskey

(Jim Rushing/Emory Gordy, Jr)



He sits all alone in his easy chair

Staring back on all his lost yesterdays

Long before he encountered the bottle

And the demons that drove her away.



In his hand he is holding her photograph

Her image all tear-stained and worn

Tonight he's embracing reality

And he curses the day he was born.



And the darkness still echoes her warning

You can't have two loves in your life

Now the things that still haunt him till the day he dies

Is the smell of cheap wiskey and the sound of goodbye.



Since the hour she left he's been sober

And each breath that he draws makes him think

Of the love of his life lost forever

When he traded her love for a drink.



And the darkness still echoes her warning

You can't have two loves in your life

Now the things that still haunt him till the day he dies

Is the smell of cheap whiskey and the sound of goodbye.



And the darkness still echoes her warning

You can't have two loves in your life

Now the things that still haunt him till the day he dies

Is the smell of cheap whiskey and the sound of goodbye...