Whiskey Can't Sing

Whiskey can't sing and whiskey can't write

If it could I'd be singin' my song on some big ole stage tonight

I had it all but I lost everything

Here I sit in this honky tonk livin' proof that whiskey can't sing

I was well on my way to bein' the star that I always knew I'd be

All over the hitparade were songs sung and played by me

And I wrote 'em by the dozens I thought my pen never would run dry

Fancy cars and swimmin' pools pretty girls and I was ridin' high

But I guess I started bending my elbow more than I should

I sang a duet with Johnnie Walker Red and I said don't that sound good

Then before I could find a word to rhyme with wine

I was out of my mind all the time

My throat got too wet my pen got too dry and my music died on the vine

Cause whiskey can't sing...