Whiskey

I think it was early this mornin' whiskey came to my door
I could tell ny her eyes that she had been cryin'
Said i can't go home anymore
Her daddy was a rock'n roll singer the head of a popular band
The last thing he said before he put her to bed
Was whiskey you just don't understand

Whiskey come in out of the pourin' rain
He left you before he's gonna leave you again
He's fyling high on some silver liner or hidin' in a hiliday inn
He thinks that the livin' is finer keepin' all that heavy bread comin' in
Doesn't that put your head in a spin girl keepin' all that heavy bread comin' in
But does he love you does he love you

Whiskey come in out of the pourin' rain...
I think it was early this mornin'...