Whiskey

From my pal whiskey a peg I borrow To drown therein my load of sorrow It takes no time for the peg to be gone But my darned sorrow not leaves me alone! I plead with whiskey to lend one more As my empty glass is quite an eyesore A damned liberal he pours me more Still not gone sorrow when pegs are four! My cheeks are flushed red and hot One on one he pours me shot Can't stop me though a bitch's son My sorrow still flows in plenty gallon! The more he pours more get me dumbed My brain takes leave thinking is numbed From the empty glass sorrow winks a smile I hear it say won't leave you a while!