3a - Whiskey’s My Landlord

[verse] My rent’s due tomorrow, but my wallet’s on strike, Whiskey’s my landlord, and he’s raisin’ the rent. He’s knockin’ on my liver with a bottle’s cruel grin, Says, “Pay up or pack up, ‘cause you ain’t gonna win.” [Chorus] Whiskey’s my landlord, and he’s a mean ol’ cuss, Got a heart like a barstool, full of splinters and rust. He’s livin’ in my pocket, drinkin’ all my pay, Whiskey’s my landlord, and he’s here to stay. [verse] I tried movin’ out once, to a sober man’s town, But the streets were too quiet, and my dreams fell down. Whiskey sent a postcard, said, “You owe me your soul,” Now I’m back in his barroom with a glass full of holes. [Repeat Chorus] [Verse] The preacher keeps preachin’ ‘bout a heaven so fine, But whiskey’s got a lease on this broken heart of mine. It’s a one-way contract, signed in smoke and regret, With a landlord who’s drunker than I’ll ever get. [repeat chorus] [Bridge] When the jukebox stops playin’ and the lights start to dim, I’ll owe whiskey a dime, and a whole lotta time. But I’ll raise one more glass to the life that I’ve led, ‘Cause whiskey’s my landlord till I’m drunk or I’m dead. [repeat chorus]