If I make it through this year, I think I'm gonna put this bottle down   Maybe as time goes on I'll learn to miss it less than I do now   Think I'm gonna tell her that I'm gonna go away for a while   Till I can get this demon out      You know the bottle ain't to blame and I ain't trying to   It don't make you do a thing it just lets you   When I'm six feet underground, I'll need a drink or two   And I'll sure miss you      Take me piece by piece till there ain't nothing left worth taking away from me      The highway's humming in my head and it's hard to hear   Won't you read my lips if I pull you near enough   Could you read my fortune in the bottem of this coffee cup   Tell me how to tell when I've had enough      If morning's a bitch with open arms and night's a girl who's gone to far   Whiskey is harder to keep than a woman and it's half as sweet but   Women without whiskey, Women without whiskey   Whiskey is hard to beat   Whiskey is hard to beat