IT WON'T HURT
(Dwight Yoakam)


Dwight Yoakam - 1986



It won't hurt when I fall down from this barstool
It won't hurt when I stumble in the street
It won't hurt 'cause the whiskey eases misery
But even whiskey cannot ease you're hurtin' me

Today I had another bout with sorrow
You know this time I almost won
And if this bottle would just hold out till tomorrow
Well I know that I'd have sorrow on the run

And it won't hurt when I fall down from this barstool
It won't hurt when I stumble in the street
It won't hurt 'cause the whiskey eases misery
But even whiskey cannot ease you're hurtin' me

You mem'ry 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

But it won't hurt when I fall down from this barstool
It won't hurt when I stumble in the street
It won't hurt 'cause the whiskey eases misery
But even whiskey cannot ease you're hurtin' me
Even whiskey cannot ease you're hurtin' me



(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - March 2017)