I think it was early this mornin'
Whiskey came to my door
I could tell ny her eyes
That she had been cryin'
Said I can't go home anymore
Her daddy was a rock'n roll singer
The head of a popular band
The last thing he said before
He put her to bed
Was Whiskey you just don't understand

Whiskey come in out of the pourin' rain
He left you before he's gonna leave you again
He's fyling high on some silver liner
Or hidin' in a Hiliday Inn
He thinks that the livin' is finer keepin'
All that heavy bread comin' in
Doesn't that put your head in a spin girl
Keepin' all that heavy bread comin' in
But does he love you does he love you

Whiskey come in out of the pourin' rain
He left you before he's gonna leave you again
He's fyling high on some silver liner
Or hidin' in a Hiliday Inn
He thinks that the livin' is finer keepin'
All that heavy bread comin' in
Doesn't that put your head in a spin girl
Keepin' all that heavy bread comin' in
But does he love you does he love you

I think it was early this mornin'
Whiskey came to my door
I could tell ny her eyes
That she had been cryin'
Said I can't go home anymore
Her daddy was a rock'n roll singer
The head of a popular band
The last thing he said before
He put her to bed
Was Whiskey you just don't understand

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): HOYT WAYNE AXTON