Tonight he's still lock and tender
Headed straight for the top
He's got the world in the palm of his hand
He's got his best years before him and faith in his dreams

And true love's still a part of the plan
And for a few happy hours
He can almost believe that it'd turn out
Like he hoped it would be

He ain't getting no younger
But he still feels the hunger
As he watches the world pass him by
Between the bottle and the bar stool

There's just one more damn fool
Believing those sweet whiskey lies
Believing those sweet whiskey lies

The stunt's sick of guessing
The road he has taken

And all of the choices he's made
So he orders another for a little while longer

He'll be keeping the heartache at bay
But when the light of the morning
Comes shining through
He'll be facing the cold bitter truth

He ain't getting no younger
But he still feels the hunger
As he watches the world pass him by
Between the bottle and the bar stool

There's just one more damn fool
Believing those sweet whiskey lies
Believing those sweet whiskey lies
Believing those sweet whiskey lies