I no longer keep up with, the days of the week.
Since you walked out of my door and took away, your love from me.
I never even had a clue, that anything between us, was wrong.
I turned for a moment and, you were gone, yeah.

I have searched forever, for what people speak of.
Now I find what's in this bottle may be, my only love.
What's the use in trying?, when your fate is already sealed.
And If this whiskey don't kill me,
The women will.


She was a Georgia peach, the age of 19.
I was a few years older than her but she was, so in love with me.
But something in the back of my head told me, it was too good to last.
Now like so many others she is, just a part of my past.
Sometimes I think it is too late for me when I think of all I have done.
Alone again, but not free I just, have no one.
It seems as soon as love enters my life, once more it is gone.
Perhaps it's just meant for me to, walk thru this world alone.
What's the use in trying?, when your fate is already sealed.
And If this whiskey don't kill me,
The women will.

And If this whiskey don't kill me,
The women will.