Lady Whiskey

Lady Whiskey, such a sad sight, stumblin' as she walks
She even hates herself sometimes
Keep her clear, for it’s Saturday night
Drowns her sorrow, eases her pain
Waits for tomorrow, when she’ll do the same again
Lady Whiskey’s got a man, her man is just like her —
Tries to fit the key in the door
When he comes home Saturday night
Drowns his sorrow, eases his pain
Waits for tomorrow, when he’ll do the same again
Lady Whiskey’s got a son, got a daughter, too
Son don’t play, but the daughter’s on the way
When she comes home Saturday night
Lady Whiskey, she gets sick when she goes downtown
One day drink’s gonna put her down —
She won’t come home Saturday night