Bottle of Whiskey Paroles

The best that you could buy.
When the bottle was full, and the band was frisky,
You had no tears to cry.

You sold me for a bottle of whiskey,
After my mother died.
And when the bottle was finally empty,
You lay down and cried.

You sold me for a bottle of whiskey,
After my mother died.
Well you loved that woman, but you loved your poison,
'Til it blinded both your eyes.