I saw a child with a skipping rope
I said I used to be like that
One of these days I'm gonna give myself a real good talking to
And recover some youth
Maybe give up the booze
What have I got to lose
Oh! Whiskey give me patience
Oh! Whiskey give me truth
Oh! Whiskey give me empathy
Just don't give me the blues
Please don't give me the blues

So now wearing the railway suit
A spirit receiver that needs to be renewed
What false friend were you when I needed you
Maybe up the booze
Recover some youth
What have I got to lose
Oh! Whiskey give me patience
Oh! You used to bring me truth
Oh! You used to give me empathy
How come you just give me the blues
Please don't give me the blues
Please don't give me the blues

Oh ?? I'd like a word or two
In remembrance of the times you used to waltz me 'round the room
But there's a limit to those thoughts
A contractual clause or two
If it's all the same, I'd rather not
I think I've learnt my lesson now with you

I guess the good times have all gone
We gotta stop, think, shake up this thing
My patience is dissolving
??

Did you have enough
Have you had enough
Have you had too much
I think you've had too much