If a whiskey could talk, it'd say I'm a great guy Or at least it ought to, for as much as I buy But it's a money well spent, just to help me feel free From the pain she creates when she's cheating on me Well, she's at it again, living high on the streets So I reach for the bottle just to help me to sleep And I lay here in bed and dream of a time When she was content with being all mine If a whiskey could talk, it'd say I'm a great guy Or at least it ought to, for as much as I buy But it's a money well spent, just to help me feel free From the pain she creates when she's cheating on me ♪ She'll come back to me when the lights have gone down And she's ran out of men to buy her around But she dreads coming home to that drunk in her bed Who's living alone, hanging on by a thread If a whiskey could talk, it'd say I'm a great guy Or at least it ought to, for as much as I buy But it's a money well spent, just to help me feel free From the pain she creates when she's cheating on me