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  • 作词 : Satcher
    (Leslie Winn Satcher)
    He was strong and of sound mind '
    Til the day he crossed the line
    Between an east
    Kentucky girl and his wife
    In his heart there wasn't room
    So they tore his heart in two
    And he survived by pouring whiskey on the wound
    Another faithless heart
    Locked inside a neon tomb
    Hiding in the dark and
    Pouring whiskey on the wound
    Well the girl was just the first
    In a string of bad to worse
    Yet the bourbon seems to deaden all that hurts
    But closin' time comes way too soon
    He can't abide a cold bedroom
    So he survives by pouring whiskey on the wound
    Another faithless heart
    Locked inside a neon tomb
    Hiding in the dark and
    Pouring whiskey on the wound
    By tomorrow he'll be gone
    And they'll say he left alone
    But that old bar stool won't be empty long '
    Cause some other hopeless fool
    Trying to escape the truth
    Will sit right down
    And pour some whiskey on the wound
    Now it's another faithless heart
    Locked inside a neon tomb
    Hiding in the dark and
    Pouring whiskey on the wound
  • 作词 : Satcher
    (Leslie Winn Satcher)
    He was strong and of sound mind '
    Til the day he crossed the line
    Between an east
    Kentucky girl and his wife
    In his heart there wasn't room
    So they tore his heart in two
    And he survived by pouring whiskey on the wound
    Another faithless heart
    Locked inside a neon tomb
    Hiding in the dark and
    Pouring whiskey on the wound
    Well the girl was just the first
    In a string of bad to worse
    Yet the bourbon seems to deaden all that hurts
    But closin' time comes way too soon
    He can't abide a cold bedroom
    So he survives by pouring whiskey on the wound
    Another faithless heart
    Locked inside a neon tomb
    Hiding in the dark and
    Pouring whiskey on the wound
    By tomorrow he'll be gone
    And they'll say he left alone
    But that old bar stool won't be empty long '
    Cause some other hopeless fool
    Trying to escape the truth
    Will sit right down
    And pour some whiskey on the wound
    Now it's another faithless heart
    Locked inside a neon tomb
    Hiding in the dark and
    Pouring whiskey on the wound