The Liar

Better days are coming But the nights are all the same You wake up in the morning You take a sip of shame But I ain't sipped nothing Since I woke up today And all I can think to do right now Is to get down on my knees and pray God grant me whiskey And I promise I'll be good They say you help the needy I think it's understood That I'm in need of stronger hands To pour me out the door God grant me whiskey And I won't lie no more If I could learn how to swallow pride Like I learned how to swallow wine I'd be doing so much better I could walk a straight line But I don't learn nothing Until it falls down on me Half of life is looking back On what you're trying to be God grant me whiskey And I promise I'll be good They say you help the needy I think it's understood That I'm in need of stronger hands To pour me out the door God grant me whiskey And I won't lie no more God grant me whiskey An I won't lie