Whiskey - Craig Morgan

I hate the taste of whiskey

'Cause it burns, and it don’t get me drunk enough

To drown out the sound of her walkin' out

Or the cling, of her suitcase closin' shut

No, I don’t look at pictures

All it does is make me miss her every day

Lord, I hate the taste of whiskey

But I drink it anyway

It runs like a river through my veins

And kills my liver, wrecks my brain

Makes me numb, but I still feel the pain

So I pour and pour, then pour some more

Till me and the bottle hit the floor

Another shot in the dark won’t stop

This heartache

Lord, I hate the taste of whiskey

But I drink it anyway

There’s teardrops in my coffee

Fallin' like, a melancholy kinda rain

I’m sinking like a stone

Man, I’m stoned, like I’m high on her cocaine

Is it her or the bourbon?

Got me hungover, hurtin', I can’t say

Lord, I hate the taste of whiskey

But I drink it anyway

It runs like a river through my veins

And kills my liver, wrecks my brain

Makes me numb, but I still feel the pain

So I pour and pour, then pour some more

Till me and the bottle hit the floor

Another shot in the dark won’t stop

This heartache

Lord, I hate the taste of whiskey

But I drink it anyway

Lord, I hate the taste of whiskey

But I drink it anyway