كلمات It Won't Hurt

It won't hurt when I fall down from this bar stool And it won't hurt when I stumble in the street It won't hurt 'cause this whiskey eases misery But even whiskey cannot ease your hurting me Today I had another bout with sorrow You know this time I almost won If this bottle would just hold out 'til tomorrow I know that I'd have sorrow on the run It won't hurt when I fall down from this bar stool And it won't hurt when I stumble in the street It won't hurt 'cause this whiskey eases misery But even whiskey cannot ease your hurting me Your memory comes back up with each sunrise I reach out for the bottle and find it's gone Yeah, Lord, somewhere every night the whiskey leave me To face this cold, cold world on my own It won't hurt when I fall down from this bar stool And it won't hurt when I stumble in the street It won't hurt 'cause this whiskey eases misery But even whiskey cannot ease your hurting me