You can take a bunch of pills
Drink that whiskey by the cup
But your anguish and your ills
Will survive if you wake up
Can’t hide from the hurt
You gotta love it like a friend
It tells you who you are
It tells you what you gotta mend
You can pack up all that pain
You can shove it down deep
But the hurt will still remain
It’ll surface when you sleep
Can’t hide from the hurt
You gotta love it like a friend
It tells you who you are
It tells you what you gotta mend
You can fill up every day
You can work around the clock
You can play and play and play
You can talk and talk and talk
Can’t hide from the hurt
You gotta love it like a friend
It tells you who you are
It tells you what you gotta mend
by Richard W. Bray
Tags: country music, Country Music Lyrics, denial, Humor, lyrics, pain
Laughter hope sock in the eye's Blog 