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

To 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

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

I guess happy hour ain’t so happy without her All year ‘round can’t catch a buzz from the suds And the tears they’re pourin’ down on me Send me out to sea and take me to a place where the whiskey’s a little more sour No, I’m drinkin’ this beer Now you

Baseball 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

Pray 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

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

Turn the party up Drink the good times down Little buzz in a cup Will hit ya get ya space bound Sip a little whiskey come on baby kiss me Let me get a drip of your frisky gypsy And when ya hit ten bump it to eleven Tonight we gonna fly with them 747's

Yeah 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,

Sometimes 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