I like whiskey in the morning and in the evening When the sky turns gray Looking for that old bottle of old number seven clear It's the only thing that dries those tears ♪ There's fire and there's lightning, I feel taken in A prisoner to this dull and aching pain Like running from your mother It's hard to run from something that you are ♪ It's three in the morning, and I'm feeling blue And honey, all I can think about is you And what about the morning come Days break to bring a better dawn ♪ And I'll drink another I'll drink to the days I'll drink to all the troubles that I have seen And for another round, last bottle in this river town ♪ I like whiskey in the morning and in the evening When the sky turns gray Looking for that bottle of number seven clear It's the only thing that dries those tears