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

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

What the hell did I, hell did I, hell did I say? What the hell did I say when I called last night Dripping loads of whiskey honey in that message that she liked What the hell did I say, gotta dial it up again I'm writing out those lines that fell out

'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

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

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

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

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

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

Lay it on to the dawn Everything we done is wrong I'll be lonesome when I'm gone I was born in this hotel Washin' dishes in the sink Magazines and free soda Tryin' hard not to think She can talk to squirrels...oh, ho yeah Comin' back from the