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I hardly ever think about her. I seldom say "I can't live without her", Till I hold a drink an' sit at the bar. A sip an' it all goes straight to my heart. Like that song on the jukebox, Her memory starts to play. Guess I still want her, In a whiskey kind of way. An' when I'm sober, I say it's over, She can't get to me. I'm a million miles away from her memory. They say the truth comes out when you're drinkin': I've been drinkin' 'bout her all day. Guess I still want her in a whiskey kind of way. I talk, to Joe behind the counter, And every fool I meet, about her. I steel my heart to anyone, Who'll buy a drink for the lonely one. What ran her off's had her runnin' through my mind all day. Guess I still need her in a whiskey kind of way. An' when I'm sober, I say: "It's over, "She can't get to me. "I'm a million miles away from her memory." SongtexteThey say the truth comes out when you're drinkin': I've been drinkin' 'bout her all day. Guess I still love her in a whiskey kind of way. Oh, don't the truth comes out when you're drinkin': I've been drinkin' 'bout her all day. Guess I still love her in a whiskey kind of way Aus Songtexte Mania