Whiskey Dented - Intellectual

[Spoken Intro]

(Eh, I'm worn out)

I'm whiskey dented, brokenhearted, sick and tired of the pain

Well if I had it all to do over again, I'd prob'ly do it all the same

I'll take a gin, and hardy, and chaser of regret

And a double of disappointment, 'cause I ain't found her yet

Well, I'll hold down this bar-stool, I'll muddle though somehow

You may not be misses right, but your misses right now

I'm whiskey dented, brokenhearted, sick and tired of the pain

Well if I had it all to do over again, I'd prob'ly do it all the same

So put the chairs up on the table, the floor could use a sweep

Don't mind me, I'll sit right here and catch up on my sleep

I'll take a whiskey, and a woe is me and a sidecar of the blues

And I'll show you how to make a drink called "I was born to lose"

You take a shot of desperation, and you pour it over pain

And then you top it off with just a little bit of "I'll never see her again"

I'm whiskey dented, brokenhearted, sick and tired of the pain

Well if I had it all to do over again, I'd prob'ly do it all the same

So put the chairs up on the table, the floor could use a sweep

And don't mind me, I'll sit right here and catch up on my sleep

(Big finish!)

Whiskey dented

(Thank you)