Cheap Whiskey

(Emory Gordon Jr.&Jim Rushing) He sits all alone in his easy chair Staring back on his lost yesterdays Long before he encountered the bottle And the demons that drove her away In his hand he is holding her photograph Her image all tear-stained and worn Tonight he's embracing reality And he curses the day he was born Chorus: And the darkness still echoes her warning You can't have two loves in your life Now the things that will haunt him Until the day that he dies Is the smell of cheap whiskey