Well if you live in dusty twilight baby, that's OK,
'Cause there are women at the bar to greet you everyday.
you can take them back to lie with you and visit Jamie's room,
But they can never take the pain away or brighten all the gloom,
And if your hands are cleansed in sorrow, may it help you ease your pain,
Though the windows have a view of city rain, city rain...

well if you walk in constant sorrow and you cry for me, and if youre hit with painful memories, maybe then you'll see,
That if you drown yourself in liquor, because it keeps you company,
Then just remember who you're loosing, and be proud to set me free,
Because it don't talk back or disagree, it just make you see so hazily,
But in the  morning light your life is scattered with the wind, scattered with the wind...

and they tell you on the telephone ''to let him go,
I said,, they tell you he's a sinking ship, and he's trying to pull you down,
Don' t you know''
that every time you call me up and say you want me back you know you break my heart,
you want me to come back home and try again, you want me to make a brand new start,
well if wisdom says to let him go, then it's hell, because you just don't know,
Until you've tried to love a man who's loving whiskey, loving whiskey...

My baby left me for the bottle and the lure of the nightlife,
Good times and crazy women and another glass of Tangerine,
and if wisdom says to let him go, then it's hell, because you just don't know,
Until you've tried to love a man who's loving whiskey, loving whiskey