My Second Rodeo - Whiskey Business Lyrics

Here comes that cold wind
That blows me to the bottle
I couldn't stop and I've tried
I sit down silent sullen in sorrow
And slowly swallow my pride
And the whiskey sings within me
Hit me with your best shot
It's a thing of spiteful impotency
But it's the one thing I've got
There was a time when you would keep me in line
Now I'm stuck with the cost of things I shouldn't have lost
I will be fine if I can make up my mind
Of staying in control or losing my soul
So come on up, let me fill your empty
Never let your clip run dry
It's a problem, I'd know, I've got plenty
Just don't go asking me why
And the whiskey sings within me
Hit me, baby, one more time
It's a thing of prideful inconstancy
But it's the one thing that's mine
There was a time when you would keep me in line
Now I'm stuck with the cost of things I shouldn't have lost
I will be fine if I can make up my mind
Of staying in control or losing my soul
THERE GOES THAT cold wind
That blew me to the bottle
It never rains but it pours
I stand up silent
Swollen and sallow
And slowly creep to the door
And the whiskey sings within me
Shots shots shots shots shots shots
It's a thing of frightful necromancy
But it's the last thing I've got