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I Wish This Sad Song Wasn't Mine

  • 10-04-2011 2:15am
    #1
    jodyWayne
    Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 9 ✭


    If whiskey flowed down Whiskey River,
    I'd drink that river dry.
    Then fill it back up again,
    with all these tears from my eyes.

    We saw you at Whiskey River,
    dancin with your old boyfriend.
    You looked happy in his arms.
    Are you still in love with him?

    Girl, you're married to my brother.
    What you're doin just ain't right.
    I found him cryin in a bar room,
    drinkin whiskey half the night.

    (Short Brake)
    He took off his wedding ring.
    Said I don't want this thing.
    We downed a shot of whiskey,
    and I listened while he sang:

    I drink my whiskey from a bottle,
    one shot at a time.
    While I'm singing to the bar-maid,
    I wish this sad song wasn't mine.

    I get my lovin from the bar-maid,
    one bottle at a time.
    While I'm singing to the whiskey,
    I wish this sad song wasn't mine.

    (Short Brake)
    He slipped the bar-maid a twenty.
    It was rolled up in his ring.
    As the bar-maid poured our drinks,
    she wept when she heard him sing:

    Girl, you're married to me now.
    What you're doin just ain't right.
    You've, got me cryin in bar rooms,
    drinkin whiskey half the night...

    If whiskey flowed down Whiskey River.
    I'd drink that river dry.
    Then fill it back up again,
    with all these tears from my eyes.

    I drink my whiskey from a bottle.
    (Speak)> Whiskey River...
    I wish this sad song wasn't mine.


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