Whiskey can't sing and whiskey can't write
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If it could I'd be singin' my song on some big ole stage tonight
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I had it all but I lost everything
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Here I sit in this honky tonk livin' proof that whiskey can't sing
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I was well on my way to bein' the star that I always knew I'd be
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All over the hitparade were songs sung and played by me
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And I wrote 'em by the dozens I thought my pen never would run dry
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Fancy cars and swimmin' pools pretty girls and I was ridin' high
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But I guess I started bending my elbow more than I should
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I sang a duet with Johnnie Walker Red and I said don't that sound good
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Then before I could find a word to rhyme with wine
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I was out of my mind all the time
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My throat got too wet my pen got too dry and my music died on the vine
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Cause whiskey can't sing...
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Whiskey Can't Sing
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| Bill Anderson |
