Lady whiskeysuch a sad sightstumblin’ as she walks.
She even hates herself sometimes.
Keep her clearfor it’s saturday night.

Drowns her sorroweases her pain
Waits for tomorrowwhen she’ll do the same again.

Lady whiskey’s got a manher man is just like her -
Tries to fit the key in the door
When he comes home saturday night.

Drowns his sorroweases his pain
Waits for tomorrowwhen he’ll do the same again.

Lady whiskey’s got a songot a daughtertoo.
Son don’t playbut the daughter’s on the way
When she comes home saturday night.

Lady whiskeyshe gets sick when she goes downtown.
One day drink’s gonna put her down -
She won’t come home saturday night.




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