Tim Culpepper Pourin' Whiskey On Pain
I got a box-set of Hag, a 3-finger glass
And a bottle of dark 90 proof
To help chase away misery, by drowning her memories
But still I can't out-drink the truth
Cause when I reach the middle of that ol' black label
She'll vanish without any trace
I hear the answer to problems are found in the bottom
Just a few swallows away
I'm pourin' whiskey on pain, temporarily insane
It's just a matter of time before she's back on my mind
Cause I know I'm to blame
For the trouble I'm in, I'm drinkin' doubles again
And it's the same ol' routine, disguisin' sorrow and shame
Pourin' whiskey on pain
I had a woman who loved me, held no one above me
Til I fell for cheap perfume and green eyes
She had no forgiveness in my moment of weakness
For a stranger in dim neon lights
Across the bar in the mirror, the truth is much clearer
But I won't face this stare all night long
I'll be lost in the liquor and for a while I'll forget her
I'll get so right, I can't feel what's wrong
I'm pourin' whiskey on pain, temporarily insane
It's just a matter of time before she's back on my mind
Cause I know I'm to blame
For the trouble I'm in, I'm drinkin' doubles again
And it's the same ol' routine, disguisin' sorrow and shame
Pourin' whiskey on pain
And it's the same ol' routine, disguisin' sorrow and shame
Pourin' whiskey on pain
