Whiskey

I like whiskey in the morning and in the evening
 When the sky turns gray
 Looking for that old bottle of old number seven clear
 It's the only thing that dries those tears
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 There's fire and there's lightning, I feel taken in
 A prisoner to this dull and aching pain
 Like running from your mother
 It's hard to run from something that you are
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 It's three in the morning, and I'm feeling blue
 And honey, all I can think about is you
 And what about the morning come
 Days break to bring a better dawn
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 And I'll drink another
 I'll drink to the days
 I'll drink to all the troubles that I have seen
 And for another round, last bottle in this river town
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 I like whiskey in the morning and in the evening
 When the sky turns gray
 Looking for that bottle of number seven clear
 It's the only thing that dries those tears