It Ain't Whiskey, But It Ain't Bad

[Verse 1] The day was long, the boss was a jerk Came home feelin' lower than dirt Went to the cabinet, my usual routine For a little brown medicine, a cure for the mean My hand hit the glass, my heart hit the floor That old Tennessee bottle, it ain't there no more Just a hollow sound, a desperate sigh Nothin' but dust and a lonely fruit fly. [Chorus] Well, it's a stemless glass 'stead of a tumbler in my hand It's a burgundy river, not from a bourbon land It don't burn going down, it don't cloud up my head But it ain't whiskey, but it ain't bad No, it ain't whiskey, but it ain't bad. [Verse 2] My old hound dog, he looked up at me With a confused kind of canine sympathy He's used to the clink of the ice cubes at night This quiet little sip just don't feel right I read the label, some fancy French name Won't help me forget, won't fan the same flame But the cork gave a pop, a hopeful sound And it started to pour a deep crimson down. [Chorus] Well, it's a stemless glass 'stead of a tumbler in my hand It's a burgundy river, not from a bourbon land It don't burn going down, it don't cloud up my head But it ain't whiskey, but it ain't bad No, it ain't whiskey, but it ain't bad. [Bridge] I ain't talkin' 'bout romance, or a candlelit night I'm talkin' 'bout salvagein' my given-up right To sit on this porch and unwind from the day When your first line of defense has up and run away... But desperation's a teacher, I'm learnin' real fast This ain't a solution... but it sure beats the past. [Guitar Solo] [Chorus] Yeah, it's a stemless glass 'stead of a tumbler in my hand! It's a burgundy river, not from a bourbon land! It don't burn going down, it don't cloud up my head! But it ain't whiskey, but it AIN'T BAD! No, it ain't whiskey, but it AIN'T BAD! [Outro] Nope, it don't solve all my problems... Or make me forget what I've lost... But it'll do 'til the liquor store opens tomorrow... No, it ain't whiskey... ...but it ain't bad.