Whiskey, won’t you come and take my troubles?
Cause I can’t seem to do it on my own
In the morning there is hours and infinity
The starlit evening’s come to take me home
I ain’t got a dime in my pocket
And I just stepped on my last cigarette
But there’s a bar downtown that’ll give me credit
A home away from home, away I went
Wiskey bottle, brand new car
Oak tree, you’re in my way....