Women Without Whiskey

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 want 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
No, the bottle ain't to blame and I ain't trying to
'Cause it don't make you do anything, it just lets you
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 sad that it's sweet
But women without whiskey
Women without whiskey
Whiskey's hard to beat
Whiskey's hard to beat