| Song | Cheap Whiskey |
| Artist | Martina McBride |
| Album | The Time Has Come |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Gordy, Rushing | |
| Written:Emory Gordy/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 | |
| And the sound of goodbye | |
| Since the hour that she left he's been sober | |
| And each breath that he draws makes him think | |
| About the light of his life gone forever | |
| When he traded her love for a drink | |
| (REPEAT CHORUS) | |
| The smell of cheap whiskey And the sound of goodbye |
| zuo ci : Gordy, Rushing | |
| Written: Emory Gordy 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 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 | |
| Until 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 | |
| About the light of his life gone forever | |
| When he traded her love for a drink | |
| REPEAT CHORUS | |
| The smell of cheap whiskey And the sound of goodbye |
| zuò cí : Gordy, Rushing | |
| Written: Emory Gordy 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 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 | |
| Until 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 | |
| About the light of his life gone forever | |
| When he traded her love for a drink | |
| REPEAT CHORUS | |
| The smell of cheap whiskey And the sound of goodbye |