18 lyrics for "Down at the Whiskey"
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
PlaySometimes I wonder where will we go Lord don't take my whiskey, rock and roll I'm headed down a highway got a suitcase by my side Blue skies hangin' over my head I got five hundred miles to ride I'm goin' down to Memphis town to play a late night show I
PlayI've gone from one to one too many And the thing that really gets me Is how your memory drowns the whiskey Whiskey's supposed to drown the memory All the folks down in Lynchburg, Tennessee Been working hard for good ol' boys like me I don't wanna be the
PlayYeah anybody else with any kind of sense It ain't a bar, ain't the beer, it ain't the whiskey Woulda done moved on said it is what it is Old school McGraw coming out of my doors Had to pull over, couldn't take it no more Got this thing running in park,
PlayYou put some whiskey in the water Gonna run off with your daughter And if I make it to the border I'm gonna be alright I'm on the run the devil?s tryin? to get me Says I met him at a pawn shop down in Mississippi I was an angel lookin? for another face I
PlayTo another long work week gone I might stay for one more round But don't think for a second I'm out to drown your memory Or I might close this place down Baby you ain't worth the whiskey. I don't care that you done me wrong 'Cause I've already moved on I
PlayWhiskey's in the air, dog's on the burner Beer's ice cold, got a pretty little lady to hold Southern summer And that sun shining down like Daddy's silver dollar Gotta hop on the old dirt road to the days of gold Yeah, these are the days of gold Well it's
PlayPray and pray for my downfall That's not all, MC's have the gall To pray and pray for my downfall Uhh, I dream filthy My moms and pops mixed me with Jamaican Rum and Whiskey Huh, what a set up Shoulda pushed 'em dead off, wipe the sweat off 'Cause in
PlayBaseball cap and flannel arms Dancing with a voodoo doll Sweat rolls down the old guitar Seeing things the way they are A crooked look lay on his brow Beside a wisecrack whiskey mouth Tip up the bottle and pour him out Here he is again
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