Well the whiskey's for the hard times
From here it's all uphill
So if lonesome don't kill me
Maybe the whiskey will
Maybe the whiskey will
Well she'd left me without warnin'
Packed it up and gone
She'll be by the morning
Time for movin' on
'fraid the bus moves on
Well you know this ain't my first time
It sure won't be the last
All I need is a reason
George Dickel in a glass
It's comin' on me fast
I'll be her tomorrow
Hurtin' just the same
Lost and I'm drown' in sorrow
Born out of flame
Just like a hurricane
Well whiskey's for the hard times
From here it's all uphill
So if lonesome don't kill me
Maybe the whiskey will
Maybe the whiskey will
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