Whiskey dented Broken hearted Sick and tired of the pain Well if I had it all to do over again I'd probably do it all the same Take gin and heartache With a chaser of regret And a double disappointment 'Cuz I ain't found her yet So I'll hold down this barstool I'll muddle through somehow You may not be Mrs. Right But you're Mrs. Right now Whiskey dented Broken hearted Sick and tired of the pain Well if I had it all to do over again I'd probably do it all the same So put the chairs up on the tables The floor could use a sweep Don't mind me I'll sit right here and
Catch up on my sleep Take whiskey And woe is me And a sidecar of the blues And I'll show you how to make a drink Called I was born to lose Take a shot of desperation And you pour it over pain And then you top it off with a just a little bit Of I'll never see her again I'm whiskey dented Broken hearted Sick and tired of the pain Well if I had it all to do over again I'd probably do it all the same So put the chairs up on the tables The floor could use a sweep Don't mind me I'll sit right here and Catch up on my sleep Whiskey dented