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

Hell, that's alright with me I like whiskey and tight denim On good-hearted women And for that I make no apologies Call me country, call me hippie A wildcat from Dixie And if you do or don't like what you see Everybody knows I like whiskey Preferably

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

Jack in my coke’s got me dizzy dizzy Radio rockin' with maybe Freddy daddy Oh oh it’s the Saturday night She shake it so sweet you got me on a sugar high And I don’t know if it’s you or the whiskey That’s got me feeling all tipsy tipsy I can feel myself

Jack in my coke’s got me dizzy dizzy Radio rockin' with maybe Freddy daddy Oh oh it’s the Saturday night She shake it so sweet you got me on a sugar high And I don’t know if it’s you or the whiskey That’s got me feeling all tipsy tipsy I can feel myself

Whiskey and you, Ain't nothing I can do, But come crawling back to, Whiskey and you. Always there, When my world starts closing in, Something to hold, No matter how long it's been. Gets me high,

I'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

Bigger houses, faster cars yes Friday nights and whiskey friends Tell her second chance's a second wind Just one more candle then you tell yourself Twenty something Twenty something, buying coffee you can't afford Making love is keeping score You're

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh I done drank codeine from a broken whiskey glass I done popped my pills and I smoked my share of grass Slaved for the man and I broke my fuckin' back So you can take your nine-to-five and shove it up your ass And I

You can't mix angels and alcohol You can't blend whiskey with a good woman's love You can't change lonely with a bottle of wine I don't think God meant for them to get along When it takes control, you can't love no one at all They don't go together,