Whiskey Problem

Some people say I've got a whiskey problem,
But I just think, they’ve got a problem with whiskey,
So if it’s true, they’ve got a problem with whiskey,
Then it’s safe to say, they’ve got a problem with me. 

‘Cause whiskey keeps me warm,
And heals me when I’m torn,
One glass and I’m reborn,
And I feel fine.

So they can just keep talking,
Run their mouths ‘till they go dry,
‘Cause I know I’ll never be that way,
When I’ve got whiskey all the time. 
So I’ll just keep on walking,
With my head held up high,
But please, oh please, don’t expect me,
To stumble in a straight line. 

‘Cause whiskey keeps me warm,
And heals me when I’m torn,
One glass and I’m reborn,
And I feel fine!
|Oh oh oh. 

Some people say I've got a whiskey problem,
But I just think, they’ve got a problem with whiskey,
So if it’s true, they’ve got a problem with whiskey,
Then it’s safe to say, they’ve got a problem with me. 

And you can’t drink all day, 
Unless you start in the morning,
So if you assume I do,
Then you have a fair warning,
But if you take offense,
Or if you find this disturbing,
Then today it’s just me,
With my tea and whiskey.

‘Cause whiskey keeps me warm,
And heals me when I’m torn,
One glass and I’m reborn,
And I feel fine!
Oh oh oh.

Some people say I've got a whiskey problem,
But I just think, they’ve got a problem with whiskey,
So if it’s true, they’ve got a problem with whiskey,
Then it’s safe to say, they’ve got a problem with me. 


© Alex Krolikowski, 2016