It Won't Hurt

It won't hurt when I fall down from this bar stool

And it won't hurt when I stumble in the street

It won't hurt 'cause this whiskey eases misery

But even whiskey cannot ease your hurting me

Today I had another bout with sorrow

You know this time I almost won

If this bottle would just hold out 'til tomorrow

I know that I'd have sorrow on the run

It won't hurt when I fall down from this bar stool

And it won't hurt when I stumble in the street

It won't hurt 'cause this whiskey eases misery

But even whiskey cannot ease your hurting me

Your memory comes back up with each sunrise

I reach out for the bottle and find it's gone

Yeah, Lord, somewhere every night the whiskey leaves me

To face this cold, cold world on my own

It won't hurt when I fall down from this bar stool

And it won't hurt when I stumble in the street

It won't hurt 'cause this whiskey eases misery

But even whiskey cannot ease your hurting me

Even whiskey cannot ease your hurting me...