Cheap Whiskey

He sits all alone in his easy chair Staring back at his lost yesterdays Long before he encountered the bottle And the demons that drove her away In his hand he is holding her photograph Her image all tear-stained and worn Tonight he's embracing reality And he curses the day he was born And the darkness still echoes her warning You can't have two loves in your life Now the things that will haunt him until the day that he dies Is the smell of cheap whiskey and the sound of goodbye Since the hour that she left he's been sober And each breath that he draws makes him think About the light of his life gone forever When he traded her love for a drink And the darkness still echoes her warning You can't have two loves in your life Now the things that will haunt him until the day that he dies Is the smell of cheap whiskey and the sound of goodbye The smell of cheap whiskey and the sound of goodbye