Whiskey On The Wound

He was strong and of sound mind

'Til the day he crossed the line

Between an east Kentucky girl and his wife

In his heart there wasn't room

So they tore his heart in two

And he survived by pouring whiskey on the wound

Another faithless heart

Locked inside a neon tomb

Hiding in the dark and

Pouring whiskey on the wound

Well the girl was just the first

In a string of bad to worse

Yet the bourbon seems to deaden all that hurts

But closin' time comes way too soon

He can't abide a cold bedroom

So he survives by pouring whiskey on the wound

Another faithless heart

Locked inside a neon tomb

Hiding in the dark and

Pouring whiskey on the wound

By tomorrow he'll be gone

And they'll say he left alone

But that old bar stool won't be empty long

'Cause some other hopeless fool

Trying to escape the truth

Will sit right down

And pour some whiskey on the wound

Now it's another faithless heart

Locked inside a neon tomb

Hiding in the dark and

Pouring whiskey on the wound