The Whiskey Defense

anyone who's spent some time in honky-tonks and bars each one of us has met this man we know him by his scars you heard his sad old story told of all of life's abuses he tells it in a slurring voice and the whiskey makes excuses oh yes I know he may admit he made a few mistakes he never got a second chance he never caught the breaks I guess some men are doomed to fail they show you all their bruises tears fall on the barroom floor and the whiskey makes excuses when I was young I swore to never be that sad old man and it may be the life we get is not the one we plan still as I take my place tonight a man gets what he chooses and I can see that clearly now no whiskey no excuses