Song | Whiskey On The Wound |
Artist | Pam Tillis |
Album | Every Time |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Satcher | |
(Leslie Winn Satcher) | |
He was strong and of sound mind ' | |
Til the day he crossed the line | |
Between an east | |
Kentucky girl and his wife | |
In his heart there wasn't room | |
So they tore his heart in two | |
And he survived by pouring whiskey on the wound | |
Another faithless heart | |
Locked inside a neon tomb | |
Hiding in the dark and | |
Pouring whiskey on the wound | |
Well the girl was just the first | |
In a string of bad to worse | |
Yet the bourbon seems to deaden all that hurts | |
But closin' time comes way too soon | |
He can't abide a cold bedroom | |
So he survives by pouring whiskey on the wound | |
Another faithless heart | |
Locked inside a neon tomb | |
Hiding in the dark and | |
Pouring whiskey on the wound | |
By tomorrow he'll be gone | |
And they'll say he left alone | |
But that old bar stool won't be empty long ' | |
Cause some other hopeless fool | |
Trying to escape the truth | |
Will sit right down | |
And pour some whiskey on the wound | |
Now it's another faithless heart | |
Locked inside a neon tomb | |
Hiding in the dark and | |
Pouring whiskey on the wound |
zuo ci : Satcher | |
Leslie Winn Satcher | |
He was strong and of sound mind ' | |
Til the day he crossed the line | |
Between an east | |
Kentucky girl and his wife | |
In his heart there wasn' t room | |
So they tore his heart in two | |
And he survived by pouring whiskey on the wound | |
Another faithless heart | |
Locked inside a neon tomb | |
Hiding in the dark and | |
Pouring whiskey on the wound | |
Well the girl was just the first | |
In a string of bad to worse | |
Yet the bourbon seems to deaden all that hurts | |
But closin' time comes way too soon | |
He can' t abide a cold bedroom | |
So he survives by pouring whiskey on the wound | |
Another faithless heart | |
Locked inside a neon tomb | |
Hiding in the dark and | |
Pouring whiskey on the wound | |
By tomorrow he' ll be gone | |
And they' ll say he left alone | |
But that old bar stool won' t be empty long ' | |
Cause some other hopeless fool | |
Trying to escape the truth | |
Will sit right down | |
And pour some whiskey on the wound | |
Now it' s another faithless heart | |
Locked inside a neon tomb | |
Hiding in the dark and | |
Pouring whiskey on the wound |
zuò cí : Satcher | |
Leslie Winn Satcher | |
He was strong and of sound mind ' | |
Til the day he crossed the line | |
Between an east | |
Kentucky girl and his wife | |
In his heart there wasn' t room | |
So they tore his heart in two | |
And he survived by pouring whiskey on the wound | |
Another faithless heart | |
Locked inside a neon tomb | |
Hiding in the dark and | |
Pouring whiskey on the wound | |
Well the girl was just the first | |
In a string of bad to worse | |
Yet the bourbon seems to deaden all that hurts | |
But closin' time comes way too soon | |
He can' t abide a cold bedroom | |
So he survives by pouring whiskey on the wound | |
Another faithless heart | |
Locked inside a neon tomb | |
Hiding in the dark and | |
Pouring whiskey on the wound | |
By tomorrow he' ll be gone | |
And they' ll say he left alone | |
But that old bar stool won' t be empty long ' | |
Cause some other hopeless fool | |
Trying to escape the truth | |
Will sit right down | |
And pour some whiskey on the wound | |
Now it' s another faithless heart | |
Locked inside a neon tomb | |
Hiding in the dark and | |
Pouring whiskey on the wound |