Verse 1 I used to keep a bottle By the bed where I would lie, Take a swallow for the memories, Take another for goodbye. But your picture’s on the dresser, And your memory’s in the door, And the whiskey that once helped me sleep Don’t help me anymore. Verse 2 There’s a jukebox in the corner Playin’ songs we used to know, And a fellow at the counter Says he’s seen you in town below. I just smile and tip my glass back, Like I haven’t heard a thing, But the liquor can’t drown out the sound Of the telephone that don’t ring. Chorus Oh, the whiskey ain’t workin’ anymore, It don’t ease this ache like it did before. I can drink till the break of day, But your memory won’t go away. I’ve tried every bottle in this town, But I still can’t keep your memory down. Lord, I’m lonelier than I was before, And the whiskey ain’t workin’ anymore. Verse 3 There’s a chair beside the window Where you’d sit and brush your hair, Now I catch myself still lookin’ Like I’ll find you sittin’ there. And the landlord says come Monday I’ll be two weeks overdue, But I’d trade this whole blamed world tonight For one more night with you. Chorus Oh, the whiskey ain’t workin’ anymore, It don’t ease this ache like it did before. I can drink till the break of day, But your memory won’t go away. I’ve tried every bottle in this town, But I still can’t keep your memory down. Lord, I’m lonelier than I was before, And the whiskey ain’t workin’ anymore. Bridge Maybe I was just a fool, Lord, Thinkin’ time would make me strong. I’ve been hidin’ in the bottom Of a glass that’s been empty too long. If forgettin’ you was easy, I’d have done it long ago, But the more I try to lose you, The more I find you so. Final Chorus Oh, the whiskey ain’t workin’ anymore, It don’t ease this ache like it did before. I can drink till the break of day, But your memory won’t go away. I’ve tried every bottle in this town, But I still can’t keep your memory down. Lord, I’m lonelier than I was before, And the whiskey ain’t workin’ anymore. Outro Just one more night, that’s what I swore, But the whiskey ain’t workin’ anymore. (Steel guitar cries a slow descending phrase. The singer holds “more” with a slight vocal break as the band fades.)
