Lady Whiskey

Lady Whiskey, such a sad sight, stumblin' as she walks.
She even hates herself sometimes.
Keep well clear, for a Saturday night.

Drowns her sorrow, eases her pain,
Wait till tomorrow, she'll do the same again.

Lady Whiskey's got a man, and he's just like her,
Tryin' to get the key in the door,
When they come home on a Saturday night.

Drowns her sorrow, eases her pain,
Wait till tomorrow, she'll do the same again.

Lady Whiskey's got a son, she's got a daughter, too.
The son's ok, but the daughter's on the way
When she comes home on Saturday night.

Drowns her sorrow, eases her pain,
Wait till tomorrow, she'll do the same again.

Lady Whiskey, she gets sick when she goes downtown.
One day drink's gonna put her down,
You won't come home on Saturday night.