That's What God Made Whiskey For

written by: Miles Zuniga, Jeff Groves & Bruce Robison

© 2006 The Small Stars

She left the wedding pictures on the wall
She left some boxes lying in the hall
Just a few more things 
And the phone just rings

I guess I thought that we could work things out
But this is it, brother, there's no doubt
She wants to be free
And she wants custody

Well I'm not sorry, I'm not sad
I went from full-time lover to part-time dad
Now she's walking out my door
But that's what god made whiskey for

D I V O R C E
I never thought it could happen to me
When I said "I do" 
I thought she did, too

She used to be my honey
Used to be my spouse
Now she wants half my money
And half my house
There's no love left behind her eyes
And now she said we gotta finalize

Well I'm not sorry, I'm not sad
I'm not dreaming of the life we had
No one's ever died from a slamming door
That's what god made whiskey for

Now she's gone, but I'll be fine
I'm gonna drink myself half blind
'Til I can't see her face no more
That's what god made whiskey for

God made woman and god made man
And longneck bottles and pop-top cans
And boots for walking and fish to fry
And doors to close when you need to cry
And Hellraising on a Saturday night
And church on Sunday and visitation rights
And purple sunsets and yellow sunrise 
And worn out dreams like smoke in your eyes

Well I'm not sorry, I'm not sad
I'm not dreaming of the life we had
She don't love me anymore
That's what god made whiskey for

Now she's gone, but I'll be fine
I'm gonna drink myself half blind
'Til I can't see her face no more
'Cause that's what god made whiskey for