I stood there in the middle of the church of the broken people
Listening to the walking wounded tell their stories
My turn came, I told them my name, I said this ain't my first time
Then a man started talking how the devil and the bottle was the rule of my life
And with last night on my breath
I stood up and said it ain't the whiskey
It ain't the cigarettes
It ain't the cigarettes

It ain't the stuff I smoke
It's all these things I can't forget
And it ain't the hard times
It ain't the all nights
But it ain't that easy
It ain't the whiskey
That's killing me
So what do you got for the summer?
There's an empty spot inside of me
A deep dark hole where love used to be
Of course you ripped it out and ran into the arms of someone else
Y'all sit in this room and you talk like you got some kind of remedy
Well I hear what you're telling me
But I've got all the facts about you


And the proof I need
It ain't the whiskey
It ain't the cigarettes
It ain't the stuff I smoke
It's all these things I can't forget
And it ain't the hard times
It ain't the all nights
But it ain't that easy
Cause it ain't the whiskey
That's killing me
I've done everything to ground this hurt inside
But I can't wash you off of my mind
It ain't the whiskey
It ain't the cigarettes
It ain't the stuff I smoke
It's all these things I can't forget
And it ain't the hard times
It ain't the all nights
It ain't that easy
Cause it ain't the whiskey
That's killing me
It ain't going to stop
It's killing me
It's killing me