Bourbon in Kentucky For me to forget you No there ain't enough There ain't enough But there ain't enough Bottles I could drink To make 'em feel as empty as I do Matches I can strike To set afire the memory of you

Feels like an empty space You don't enjoy the taste I just need a place to hide Somewhere to make you right If this isn't what you want Head back to your own haunt Maybe you lost control

Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run You better make your face up in Your favorite disguise With your button down lips and your Roller blind eyes With your empty smile And your hungry heart Feel the bile rising from your guilty past With your nerves in