Sweet Whiskey Lies

Tonight he's still lock and tender

Headed straight for the top

He's got the world in the palm of his hand

He's got his best years before him

And faith in his dreams

And true love's still a part of the plan

And for a few happy hours

He can almost believe

That it'd turn out

Like he hoped it would be.

He ain't getting no younger

But he still feels the hunger

As he watches the world pass him by

Between the bottle and the barstool

There's just one more damn fool

Believing those sweet whiskey lies

Believing those sweet whiskey lies.

The stunt's sick of guessing

The road he has taken

And all of the choices he's made

So he orders another

For a little while longer

He'll be keeping the heartache at bay

But when the light of the morning

Comes shining through

He'll be facing the cold bitter truth.

He ain't getting no younger

But he still feels the hunger

As he watches the world pass him by

Between the bottle and the barstool

There's just one more damn fool

Believing those sweet whiskey lies

Believing those sweet whiskey lies

Believing those sweet whiskey lies.