Women Without Whiskey

[written by Mike Cooley] If I make it through this year I think I'm gonna put this bottle down I guess as time goes on, I'll grow To miss it less than I will now And I think I'm gonna tell her That I'm gonna go away for a while 'Til I can get this demon out I know the bottle ain't to blame And I ain't trying to Cause it don't make you do a thing It just lets you And when I'm six feet underground I'll need a drink or two And I'll sure miss you Take me piece by piece 'Til there ain't nothing left Worth taking away from me The highway's humming in my head And it's all I hear Could you read my lips if I pulled you near enough? Could you read my fortune In the bottom of this coffee cup? Can you tell me how to tell When I've had enough? If morning's a bitch with open arms Then night's a girl who's gone too far Whiskey's harder to keep Than a woman, and it's Half as sweet But women without whiskey Women without whiskey Whiskey's hard to beat Whiskey's hard to beat