"We watched him drink his pain away alittle at a time, but he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind, until the night. He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger and finally drank away her memory. Life is short but this time it was bigger, than the strength he had to get up off his knees. We found with his face down in the pillow. With a note that said "I'll love her till I die" and when we buried him beneath the willow the angels sang a whiskey lullaby"
(Brad Paisley can describe how I'm feeling right now perfectly)
