Dwight Yoakam - It wont hurt

It won't hur^At when I fall ^Ddown from this bar stool ^A It won't hur^At when I stumble in t^Dhe street ^E It won't hur^At 'cause this whiskey eases ^Dmisery ^A Ev^Den whis^Akey cannot ease you^Er hurtin' me ^A

To^Aday I had anothe^Dr bout with sorrow ^A You know this time I almost won ^E If this bottle w^Dould just hold out 'til tomorrow ^A I know that I would have sorrow on the run^{E A}

It won't hur^At when I fall ^Ddown from this bar stool ^A It won't hur^At when I stumble in t^Dhe street ^E It won't hur^At 'cause this whiskey eases ^Dmisery ^A Ev^Den whis^Akey cannot ease you^Er hurtin' me ^A

Yo^Aur memory comes ^Dback up with each sunrise ^A I reach up for the bottle and find it's gon^Ee Yeah lord somewhere every^D night the whiskey leaves me ^A To face this cold cold world on my ^Eown ^A

It won't hur^At when I fall ^Ddown from this bar stool ^A It won't hur^At when I stumble in t^Dhe street ^E It won't hur^At 'cause this whiskey eases ^Dmisery ^A Ev^Den whis^Akey cannot ease you^Er hurtin' me ^A Ev^Den whis^Akey cannot ease you^Er hurtin' me ^A Ev^Den whis^Akey cannot ease you^Er hurtin' me ^A