I'M LETTING THE WHISKEY DO MY TALKING Livingston Taylor © L.Taylor/ Morgan Creek Music, 2008 (ASCAP) - All Rights Reserved Heck no judge, I'm cold sober I've been that way all week I promised my lawyer I wouldn't be drinking When it came my time to speak He heard my plea and shook his head And took it all away Now I'm living in my car and in the corner of a bar With nothing left to say Chorus: I'm letting the whiskey do my talking from now on Every time I'm sober and open my mouth Everything turns out wrong Please don't ask me nothing Walk on and let me be From now on the whiskey talks for me People on Opera and Dr. Phil Spill it out for the world to hear They talk of love and life and loss As if someone will be near I've learned better than complain 'Bout being out and down Do your will, take your fill I don't make a sound Chorus If you want to know what I'm thinking When the talking gets my turn Belly up to the bar and have 'um pour you Something that's strong, something that burns On the radio thoes fellows mouth off 'Bout how tough we ought to get On all the folks who try so hard And they 'aint got nothing yet Throw them in the street, leave them in the sea Bus them back to Mexico Got no choice, got no voice, got no where to go Chorus Return to lyric index