If Whiskey Could Talk - Tyler Childers

If whiskey could talk, it’d say I’m a great guy

Or at least it ought to, for as much as I buy

But it’s money well spent just to help me feel free

From the pain she creates when she’s cheating on me

Well she’s at it again, living high on the streets

So I reach for the bottle just to help me to sleep

And I lay here in bed and dream of a time

When she was content with being all mine

If whiskey could talk, it’d say I’m a great guy

Or at least it ought to, for as much as I buy

But it’s money well spent just to help me feel free

From the pain she creates when she’s cheating on me

She’ll come back to me when the lights have gone down

And she’s ran out of men to buy her a round

But she dreads coming home to that drunk in her bed

Who’s living alone hanging on by a thread

If whiskey could talk, it’d say I’m a great guy

Or at least it ought to, for as much as I buy

But it’s money well spent just to help me feel free

From the pain she creates when she’s cheating on me