When I’m gone You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone I got my ticket for the long way ‘round Two bottle ‘a whiskey for the way And I sure would like some sweet company And I’m leaving tomorrow, wha-do-ya say? You’re gonna miss me by my hair You’re gonna miss

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

Your tail lights fading in to the night Screaming your name In the pouring down rain Watching you leave us behind So I don't go out on the town All the whiskey I had I poured out And that's where I go when I drink Standing at the end of the drive My

You only need a roof when it's raining You only need a fire when it's cold You only need a drink when the whiskey Is the only thing that you have left to hold Sun comes up and goes back down And falling feels like flying till you hit the ground Say the

Down at the Whiskey Living out our dreams Do you remember when? We were on the run Got loaded like a shotgun We never made a dime But god we had a good time We always made a scene Runaways in a van

Yeah the fruits of my labor's when the crowd sings along I'm an empty, faceless spotlight mic-stand I'll getcha high, I'll getcha low, I'm the guitar man yeah Well, I woke to the rise, sun going down Still taste the whiskey, still fresh on my mouth Hot

It ain't me (The Bowery, whiskey neat, grateful, I'm so grateful) Who's gonna walk you through the dark side of the morning? It ain't me It ain't me, no, no I had a dream Who's gonna rock you when the sun won't let you sleep? Who's waking up to drive you

'Cause I'm no good, pretty mama When you're not around I got whiskey to keep me warm when the sun goes down And this God forsaken honky tonk ain't likely to run out So won't you come on home and save me Stop me before I drown And there's women in this

I waste my time whenever I like I'm feelin ok with my whiskey hangover 'cause I walk dead or alive With my whiskey hangover Oh yeah yeah O what if I never wanna be sober? So what if I wanna be numb all the time? I can't justify why I'd wanna go slower

Whiskey or the Bible A shot glass or revival When you don't seem to run on either side of the fence People act like you don't make sense These big town dreams that I've been chasin' Will never come true if I wind up stayin' And I don't want to fall in