Cheap Whiskey - Martina McBride

He sits all alone in his easy chair

Staring back at 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 tearstained 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 til the day that he dies

Is the smell of cheap whiskey and the sound of goodbye

Since the hour that she left he’s been sober

And each breath that he draws makes him think

Bout the light of his life gone forever

When he traded her love for a drink

Chorus

The smell cheap whiskey and the sound of goodbye