Whiskey

Half a bottle of whiskey down Maybe I'll call her now And throw her world into a spin Try to get back in her life again I'm just a man, a low-down man With a whiskey bottle in both hands And liquored up, through I may be There is still some loving inside of me But I don't know if I'm coming or going I just keep the whiskey flowing She'll pick up the phone and she'll start to cry Cause I can't stop asking her why She don't love me anymore I blame her for all the closed doors