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COFFEE IN YOUR WHISKEY 
Rita Weyls, Rick Beresford



GOTTA WAKE UP, GET UP, GET OUTTA BED
WHILE HER HURTIN’, WORDS GO, ROUND IN MY HEAD
SHE THREW HER CLOTHES,  AND  ALL SHE OWNS IN A SKY BLUE CADILLAC 
AN’  I KNOW… WHEN SHE GOES… THERE AIN’T  NO… TURNIN’ BACK

THIS AIN’T NO WHISKEY IN YOUR COFFEE KIND OF MORNING.
THAT AIN’T NO POTION STRONG ENOUGH TO KILL THE PAIN
WHEN YOU’RE FULL UP WITH REGRET
AN’ YOU’RE TRYIN TO FORGET
IT’S A COFFEE… IN YOUR WHISKEY… KIND OF DAY

JUST TO  KEEP THIS, CHEATIN, HEART FROM BREAKIN'
GOT TO FAKE IT,  TAKE A,  LITTLE DRASTIC ACTION
I DON’T WANT TO FEEL NO TEARS OR HEAR NO LAME ASS ALIBI 
CAUSE I KNOW… WHEN THAT  SUN GOES… THEY’LL BE NO… SLEEP TONIGHT

THIS AIN’T NO WHISKEY IN YOUR COFFEE KIND OF MORNING. 
THAT AIN’T NO POTION STRONG ENOUGH TO KILL THE PAIN 
WHEN YOUR FULL UP  WITH REGRET 
AND YOU’RE TRYIN TO FORGET 
IT’S A COFFEE… IN YOUR WHISKEY… KIND OF DAY 

AINT’ NO DO AROUND, GOIN’ DOWN, TO THE COLD SOUND OF GOODBYE
IT’S A CRYIN SHAME, WHEN YOU HOLD THE BLADE,  THAT CUT THE TIES THAT BIND
GOT TO FIND A WAY,  TO ERASE THIS DAY, IF I HAVE TO LIVE A LIE
GOT TO POUND A FEW, WHEN YOU KNOW THE TRUTH,  HE AIN'T…   NO FRIEND OF MINE

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