Oh! Whiskey Songtext
von Jimi Goodwin

I saw a child with a skipping rope
I said I used to be like that
One of these days I′m gonna give myself a real good talking to
And recover some youth, maybe give up the booze
What have I got to lose?
Oh! Whiskey give me patience
Oh! Whiskey give me truth
Oh! Whiskey give me empathy
Just don't give me the blues
Please don′t give me the blues

So now I'm wearing the railway suit
A spirit receiver that needs to be renewed
Oh false friend where were you when I needed you
Maybe give up the booze, recover some youth
What have I got to lose?


Oh! Whiskey give me patience
Oh! You used to bring me truth
Oh! You used to give me empathy
How come you just give me the blues?
Please don't give me the blues
Please don′t give me the blues

Oh Arthur Bell and Son I′d like a word or two
In remembrance of the times you used to waltz me round the room
But there's a limit to those thoughts
A contractual clause or two
And if it′s all the same I'd rather not
I think I′ve learnt my lesson now with you

(Don't speak too soon)

I guess the good times have all gone
I gotta stop think and shake off your stink
My patience is dissolving like the ice in my drink

Have you had enough?
Think you′ve had enough
Have you had too much?
I think you've had too much