Whiskey's gone but I ain't leaving. There's got to be a bottle in the back. Got to get this devil off my back. There's a note on the table. Said I ain't coming back. 'Til your sorry ass is gone. I'm tired of the cheating and running around. I never saw

And I'm one number away from calling to you I said I was through, but I'm dying inside Got my head in a mess, girl, I confess I lied when I said, "I'm leaving and not coming back" Might be the whiskey or the midnight rain But everywhere I go, I see your

I'm writing the future I'm writing it out, loud. We don't talk about the past We don't talk about the past, now So I'm writing the future I'm leaving a key here Something won't always be missing It won't always feel empty, here Just think of the future

Whiskey's gone but I ain't leaving. There's got to be a bottle in the back. Got to get this devil off my back. There's a note on the table. Said I ain't coming back. 'Til your sorry ass is gone. I'm tired of the cheating and running around. I never saw

I ain't never seen no whiskey, the blues made me sloppy drunk I went upstairs to pack my leavin' trunk I ain't see no blues, whiskey made me sloppy drunk I'm going back to Memphis babe, where I'll have much better luck Look out Mama you know you asked me