Tonight he's still lock and tender Headed straight for the top He's got the world in the palm of his hand He's got his best years before him And faith in his dreams And true love's still a part of the plan And for a few happy hours He can almost believe That it'd turn out Like he hoped it would be. He ain't getting no younger But he still feels the hunger As he watches the world pa** him by Between the bottle and the barstool There's just one more damn fool Believing those sweet whiskey lies Believing those sweet whiskey lies. The stunt's sick of guessing The road he has taken And all of the choices he's made So he orders another For a little while longer He'll be keeping the heartache at bay But when the light of the morning Comes shining through He'll be facing the cold bitter truth. He ain't getting no younger But he still feels the hunger As he watches the world pa** him by Between the bottle and the barstool There's just one more damn fool Believing those sweet whiskey lies Believing those sweet whiskey lies Believing those sweet whiskey lies.