I Hardly Ever Think About Her.
I Seldom Say "I Can't Live Without Her",
Till I Hold A Drink An' Sit At The Bar.
A Sip An' It All Goes Straight To My Heart.
Like That Song On The Jukebox,
Her Memory Starts To Play.
Guess I Still Want Her,
In A Whiskey Kind Of Way.

An' When I'm Sober, I Say It's Over,
She Can't Get To Me.
I'm A Million Miles Away From Her Memory.
They Say The Truth Comes Out When You're Drinkin':
I've Been Drinkin' 'bout Her All Day.
Guess I Still Want Her In A Whiskey Kind Of Way.

I Talk, To Joe Behind The Counter,
And Every Fool I Meet, About Her.
I Steel My Heart To Anyone,
Who'll Buy A Drink For The Lonely One.
What Ran Her Off's Had Her Runnin' Through My Mind All Day.
Guess I Still Need Her In A Whiskey Kind Of Way.

An' When I'm Sober, I Say: "It's Over,
"She Can't Get To Me.
"I'm A Million Miles Away From Her Memory."
They Say The Truth Comes Out When You're Drinkin':
I've Been Drinkin' 'bout Her All Day.
Guess I Still Love Her In A Whiskey Kind Of Way.

Oh, Don't The Truth Comes Out When You're Drinkin':
I've Been Drinkin' 'bout Her All Day.
Guess I Still Love Her In A Whiskey Kind Of Way.