If The Sea Was Whiskey

If the sea was whiskey and I was a diving duck
If the sea was whiskey and I was a diving duck
I’d swim to the bottom and I don’t know if I’d come up
I’m just here wondering will a matchbox hold my clothes
I’m just here wondering will a matchbox hold my clothes
If things don’t get no better then down the road I go Whiskey and beers they don’t make me drunk
Whiskey and beers they don’t make me drunk
These blues are gonna make me pack my trunk