Dwight Yoakam - It won't hurt

It won't ^A hurt when I ^D fall down from this ^A bar stool It won't ^A hurt when I ^D stumble in the ^E street It won't ^A hurt 'cause this ^D whiskey eases ^A misery ^D Even ^A whiskey cannot ^E ease your hurtin' ^A me

^A Today I had ^D another bout with ^A sorrow You know this time I almost ^E won If this ^D bottle would just hold out 'til ^A tomorrow I know that I would have ^E sorrow on the ^A run

^A Your memory comes back ^D up with each ^A sunrise I reach up for the bottle and find it's ^E gone Yeah lord ^D somewhere every night the whiskey ^A leaves me To face this cold cold ^E world on my ^A own

^D Even ^A whiskey cannot ^E ease your hurtin' me ^D Even ^A whiskey cannot ^E ease your hurtin' me