Whiskey's Gone
There’s a note on the tableSaid I ain’t coming back until your sorry ass is goneI’m tired of the cheating and running aroundI never saw the wrong in anything you’ve done
ChorusWhiskey’s gone but I ain’t leavingGot to be a bottle in the backWhiskey’s gone but I ain’t leavingGot to get this devil off my…
Well, I stumble my way into my local barWhere I saw the devil in my glassThe bartender told me it was time to goI told him that he could lick my sack
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Spoken: I can drive, I can drive…oh shit!
Kentucky, Tennessee, you better find whiskeyNot leaving that’s a factSmall batch, sour mashRed nose, red face,gonna wreck the whole placeLooking through the bare glassBald head, chapped assIt’s gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, goneLord, it’s a hard thing to overcome,wake up and find the whiskey’s gone
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