I saw a child with a skipping rope I said I used to be like that One of these days I'm gonna give myself a real good talking to And recover some youth, maybe give up the booze What have I got to lose? Oh! Whiskey give me patience Oh! Whiskey give me truth Oh! Whiskey give me empathy Just don't give me the blues Please don't give me the blues So now I'm wearing the railway suit A spirit receiver that needs to be renewed Oh false friend where were you when I needed you Maybe give up the booze, recover some youth What have I got to lose? Oh! Whiskey give me patience Oh! You used to bring me truth Oh! You used to give me empathy How come you just give me the blues? Please don't give me the blues Please don't give me the blues Oh Arthur Bell and Son I'd like a word or two In remembrance of the times you used to waltz me round the room But there's a limit to those thoughts A contractual clause or two And if it's all the same I'd rather not I think I've learnt my lesson now with you (Don't speak too soon) I guess the good times have all gone I gotta stop think and shake off your stink My patience is dissolving like the ice in my drink Have you had enough? Think you've had enough Have you had too much? I think you've had too much