The Whisky and The Guitar (2:44)

The Whisky and the Guitar

The whisky and the guitar were talking
They got into a big ole’ jealous fight
The singer had passed out in the motel
After his show that night
The whisky said we’ve been a million places
And from my expert point of view
He takes us both every place he goes
But he loves me more than you

Who cries the whiskey
Who cries the guitar
Listen close I can prove
He loves me more than you

The guitar said I’m just an ole’ Martin
And maybe I’ve seen my better days
The way he’s holding me so tenderly
With a look of Heaven shining on his face
His warm and loving hands caress my body
And the music we make is so sweet
When we’re up there on that stage
And the whole world hear us play
Any fool can see he belongs to me
Who cries the whiskey
Who cries the guitar
Listen close I can prove
He loves me more than you

The whiskey said I hate to tell you guitar
When it comes to me he just can’t get enough
I’m the first thing on his mind every morning
Pours a shot of me into his coffee cup
Come ShowTime he turns to me for courage
Afterwards we party with the boys
At night my burning kiss
Is the last thing on his lips
Where do you think he gets that whisky voice?

Who cries the whiskey
Who cries the guitar
Listen closely I can prove
He loves me more than you