It Won't Hurt - Dwight Yoakam

    It won't hurt when I fall down from this bar stool
    And it won't hurt when I stumble in the street
    It won't hurt 'cause this whiskey eases misery
    But even whiskey cannot ease your hurting me

    Today I had another bout with sorrow
    You know this time I almost won
    If this bottle would just hold out 'til tomorrow
    I know that I'd have sorrow on the run

    (Repeat Chorus)

    Your memory comes back up with each sunrise
    I reach out for the bottle and find it's gone
    Yeah, Lord, somewhere every night the whiskey leaves me
    To face this cold, cold world on my own

    (Repeat Chorus)


    Marco Giunco
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