On the dresser by your ring
And it's empty
So right now I don't feel a thing
I'll be hurting
When I wake up on the floor
But I'll be over it by noon
That's the difference between whiskey and you.
But it ain't like what you think
I drink because I'm lonesome
And I'm lonesome 'cause I drink
But if I don't break down
And bring it on myself
It'll hit out of the blue
That's the difference between whiskey and you.
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