Lady whiskey, such a sad sight, stumblin´ as she walks.
She even hates herself sometimes.
Keep her clear, for it´s saturday night.

Drowns her sorrow, eases her pain,
Waits for tomorrow, when she´ll do the same again.

Lady whiskey´s got a man, her man is just like her -
Tries to fit the key in the door
When he comes home saturday night.

Drowns his sorrow, eases his pain,
Waits for tomorrow, when he´ll do the same again.

Lady whiskey´s got a son, got a daughter, too.
Son don´t play, but the daughter´s on the way
When she comes home saturday night.

Lady whiskey, she gets sick when she goes downtown.
One day drink´s gonna put her down -
She won´t come home saturday night.