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 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