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