Pouring whiskey on the wound
By tomorrow he'll be gone

'Cause some other hopeless fool
Pouring whiskey on the wound
And they'll say he left alone
Now it's another faithless heart
Locked inside a neon tomb
In his heart there wasn't room
Well, the girl was just the first

Locked inside a neon tomb
Trying to escape the truth will sit right down
And he survived by pouring whiskey on the wound
Hiding in the dark and
So they tore his heart in two
But closin' time comes way too soon

Another faithless heart
In a string of bad to worse
Another faithless heart

Locked inside a neon tomb
Between an east Kentucky girl and his wife
So he survives by pouring whiskey on the wound
Pouring whiskey on the wound
Hiding in the dark and
And pour some whiskey on the wound
Hiding in the dark and
Yet the bourbon seems to deaden all that hurts
But that old bar stool won't be empty long
He can't abide a cold bedroom