Women Without Whiskey (Drive-By Truckers)

If I make it through this year, I think I'm gonna put this bottle down
I guess as time goes on I'll grow to to miss it less than I do now
I think I'm gonna tell her that I'm gonna go away for a while
'Til I can get this demon out

I know the bottle ain't to blame and I ain't trying to
'Cause it don't make you do a thing, it just lets you
And when I'm six feet underground I'll need a drink or two
And I'll sure miss you

Take me piece by piece
'Til there ain't nothing left worth taking away from me

I was humming in my head and it's hard to hear
Won't you read my lips if I pulled you near enough?
Could you read my fortune in the bottom of this coffee cup?
Can you tell me how to tell when I've had enough?

'Cause morning's a bitch with open arms
Tonight s a girl who's gone to far

Whiskey is harder to keep than woman and it's half as sweet
But women without whiskey
Women without whiskey

Whiskey is hard to beat
Whiskey is hard to beat