(Bill Anderson)      Whiskey can't sing and whiskey can't write   If it could I'd be singin' my song on some big ole stage tonight   I had it all but I lost everything   Here I sit in this honky tonk livin' proof that whiskey can't sing.      I was well on my way to bein' the star that I always knew I'd be   All over the hitparade were songs sung and played by me   And I wrote 'em by the dozens I thought my pen never would run dry   Fancy cars and swimmin' pools pretty girls and I was ridin' high.      But I guess I started bending my elbow more than I should   I sang a duet with Johnnie Walker Red and I said don't that sound good   Then before I could find a word to rhyme with wine   I was out of my mind all the time   My throat got too wet my pen got too dry and my music died on the vine.      Cause whiskey can't sing and whiskey can't write   If it could I'd be singin' my song on some big ole stage tonight   I had it all but I lost everything   Here I sit in this honky tonk livin' proof that whiskey can't sing...