It Won't Hurt (demo, 1981) Songtext
von Dwight Yoakam

It won′t hurt when I fall down from this bar stool
And it won't hurt when I stumble in the street
It won′t hurt 'cause this whiskey eases misery
But even whiskey cannot ease your hurting me

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


It won′t hurt when I fall down from this bar stool
And it won't hurt when I stumble in the street
It won′t hurt 'cause this whiskey eases misery
But even whiskey cannot ease your hurting me

Your memory comes back up with each sunrise
I reach out for the bottle and find it′s gone
Yeah, Lord, somewhere every night the whiskey leaves me
To face this cold, cold world on my own

It won't hurt when I fall down from this bar stool
And it won′t hurt when I stumble in the street
It won't hurt 'cause this whiskey eases misery
But even whiskey cannot ease your hurting me

Even whiskey cannot ease your hurting me...