If They Didn't Make Whiskey

I can’t help but think about it over and over
Every single day since I been sober
I been seeing things a lot more clear
Had to take a long look at the man in the mirror
Did a lot of things I can’t take back
And I would if I could, just like that
I only have myself to blame
Maybe things woulda changed
If they didn’t make whiskey
You’d still be here with me
If they didn’t take them old smokey bars
Maybe it wouldn’t be so damn hard
To forgive me
And forget how I did you wrong
God knows how much better off I’d be
If they didn’t make whiskey
If old number seven never, ever existed
You wouldn’t be gone, nah, I wouldn’t be missing
Those lips I love to kiss
And no, it wouldn’t be like this
If they didn’t make whiskey
You’d still be here with me
If they didn’t take them old smokey bars
Maybe it wouldn’t be so damn hard
To forgive me
And forget how I did you wrong
God knows how much better off I’d be
If they didn’t make whiskey
And bar stools made for a damn fool
I’d be holding you right now, right here tonight
Tonight, baby
If they didn’t make whiskey
You’d still be here with me
If they didn’t take them old smokey bars
Maybe it wouldn’t be so damn hard
To forgive me
And forget how I did you wrong
God knows how much better off I’d be
Yeah, there’s a lot of things that I’d done differently
If they didn’t make whiskey
Yeah, if they didn’t make whiskey