'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

Hemingway's whiskey Hemingway's whiskey, warm and smooth and mean Even when it burns, it'll always finish clean He didn't like it watered down, he took it straight up and neat If it was bad enough for him, you know it's bad enough for me Ah, it's tough

Justa creepin' Run from the past, Hide from the mirror, And live in a glass, What dreams forget the whiskey remembers, Kinda like molasses in a late December. Creepin', creepin', creepin', creepin' Like a honybee beatin' on my screen door,

I wanna drink that shot of whiskey I wanna smoke that cigarette You know some cowboys like me go out like that Like a needle needs a vein Like my uncle Joe in Oklahoma needs a rain Like a lighthouse on the coast Like the father and the son need the Holy

She's my little whiskey Girl No Cuervo Gold Margaritas Just ain't enough good burn in Tequila she needs Somethin' with a little more edge and a little more plain My Ragged-on-the-edges girl Ah, but I like 'em rough She ain't into wine and roses Don't my

And that’s what gets me, it’s like having wine after whiskey It went from do anything for you babe to you don’t even miss me Once you’ve tasted a love that strong you can’t go back And you can’t settle on anything less Once upon a time our world was on

Just like the cigarettes hurt I guess I'm never gonna learn Just like the whiskey burns, whoa wohoa I am rock and roll, living a life we can only dream of They said that self destruction I stopped below and for along My only home is the bottom of the

Better than my heart But they're still doing better Now these old beer bones Are like a rusty old plow These cigarettes eyes are 'Bout to burn out These whiskey worn lips can't muster up a smile The soles on my boots have walked their last mile I'm

Whiskey’d up, that wantin’ you again Starts kickin’ back in and I’m late night calling you up My heart starts hurtin’ when that bourbon starts burning And I can’t help but touch that stuff It’s just like you all warm and smooth Even though I know that

Until the night Life is short, but this time it was bigger She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette She broke his heart, he spent his whole life tryin' to forget We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time But he never could