| C | F | C | |
| I woke up thinkin' of th | e things I said and regettin' what | I did |
| C | F | C | |
| The | hangovers and the heartaches seem to | hurt more now than they did back | when |
| F | C | F | |
| And the | sun it shines so brightly through the window that it almost hurts | my | eyes |
| C | G | C | |
| But the | pain, it don't come close to that | of the whiskey and | the lies |
| F | C | |
| Whiskey and the lies, s | uch a smooth combination |
| Am | G | |
| Whiskey and the | lies, such an evil temp | tation |
| C | F | C | F | |
| And I | pray to heaven and I hope like hell | that someday I'll | beat this gam | e |
| C | G | C | |
| Cause the | whiskey and the lies, | they always end the | same |
| Well they're both so hard to swallow and Lord how they burn on the way down |
| But it's so easy to clear my conscience with another round |
| So drink up boys this one and her memory, they both are on me |
| Tomorrow's just another day with the same old misery |