Love is a mystery 
 It’s a tricky thing 
 It’s more than a word 
 More than a ring 
 When the right thing turns to wrong 
 Turns into a lonesome song 
 And everybody knows how it goes when it does 
    The bottle holds the whiskey 
 The whiskey holds the man 
 The man holds the bottle when it’s all that’s left 
 And the left hand lights what the right hand holds 
 The smoke can’t hide what the heart regrets 
 ‘Cause the heart holds the memory 
 And the memory holds the past 
 And the past holds the woman 
 At the bottom of the glass 
 So I don’t have a problem 
 If I don’t see the bottom   
 I played it all over 
 And over in my mind 
 I'm looking for the reasons 
 I just can’t find 
 Wish I knew what I could blame 
 Without a moment I could name 
 I don’t have a thing that I recall   
 The bottle holds the whiskey 
 The whiskey holds the man 
 The man holds the bottle when it’s all that’s left 
 And the left hand lights what the right hand holds 
 The smoke can’t hide what the heart regrets 
 ‘Cause the heart holds the memory 
 And the memory holds the past 
 And the past holds the woman 
 At the bottom of the glass 
 So I don’t have a problem 
 If I don’t see the bottom   
 ‘Cause the heart holds the memory 
 And the memory holds the past 
 And the past holds the woman 
 At the bottom of the glass 
 So I don’t have a problem 
 If I don’t see the bottom   
 Whoa, the hurt’s holding me 
 And I'm holding on 
 To a hundred-proof truth 
 And a hope that’s long gone 
 So I don’t have a problem 
 If I don’t see the bottom