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The woman you love just broke your heart.
You never thought she’d really go.
You drink to forget, and that’s how it starts.
Soon all you’ve got is whiskey and woe.
Whiskey and woe, Bourbon and blues,
Scotch and sorrow, they’re nothing but bad news.
By the bottle or by the glass,
Drink enough of that stuff and it’s bound to kick your ass.
The radar clocks you right around 95
Because you just can’t stand to go too slow.
The police test your breath and the judge says you can’t drive.
And it’s all because of whiskey and woe.
Whiskey and woe, Scotch and sorrow,
Bourbon and blues, it’s just a losing game.
Maybe today, maybe tomorrow,
You’ll realize too late that it always ends the same.
Corn and rotgut, moonshine and redeye.
Now don’t pretend that you don’t know.
Poteen and hooch, white lightning and rye.
They’re all just fancy names for whiskey and woe.
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