| I’m living life with no regrets | 
| They’re on their way buy ain’t here yet | 
| I just left Las Vegas in bad, bad shape | 
| I only call home if I get the chance | 
| Every other night a new romance | 
| Wake up just in time to miss the day | 
| And now I’m talking to the man in the mirror | 
| And I think I heard him say | 
| What ya gonna do | 
| When the whiskey ain’t working no more? | 
| Life don’t feel like before | 
| What ya gonna do? | 
| What ya gonna do | 
| When the ride ain’t climbing no more? | 
| Nobody’s beatin' down your door | 
| What ya gonna do? | 
| And I’m still closing down these streets | 
| I’m high enough to make believe | 
| That I ain’t ever gonna hit the ground | 
| The one that got away from me | 
| Every now and then she calls to see | 
| If I’m alive or plan to settle down | 
| Well, I called her drunk last night | 
| And I think I heard her say | 
| What ya gonna do | 
| When the whiskey ain’t working no more? | 
| Life don’t feel like before | 
| What ya gonna do? | 
| What ya gonna do | 
| When the ride ain’t climbing no more? | 
| Nobody’s beatin' down your door | 
| What ya gonna do? | 
| I can’t sleep and I can’t hide | 
| 'Cause the voices in my head are getting louder | 
| Getting louder every night | 
| I’m living life with no regrets | 
| They’re on their way but ain’t here yet | 
| What ya gonna do | 
| When the whiskey ain’t working no more? | 
| Life don’t feel like before | 
| What ya gonna do? | 
| What ya gonna do | 
| When the ride ain’t climbing no more? | 
| Nobody’s beatin' down your door | 
| What ya gonna do? | 
| What ya gonna do | 
| When the whiskey ain’t working no more? | 
| Life don’t feel like before | 
| What ya gonna do? | 
| What ya gonna do | 
| When the ride ain’t climbing no more? | 
| Nobody’s beatin' down your door | 
| What ya gonna do? | 
| What ya gonna do | 
| When the whiskey ain’t working no more? | 
| Life don’t feel like before | 
| What ya gonna do? |