Whiskey'd My Way
You thought I'd die when you said goodbye
For a minute I thought that I would
And there for a while couldn't even fake a smile
Even if the bad joke sounded good
I went off the rails
Thought hell, might as well
Rock bottom was callin' my name
But lookin' back now, I oughta be
In the movin' on hall-of-fame
It wasn't my buddies, it wasn't my mama
It wasn't, no self-help how-to
It wasn't old records, it wasn't old flings
Or dancin' with somebody new
Tequila made me crazy, cold beer wouldn't do
So I whiskey'd my way over you
You saw me out on a Friday downtown
With a smile that came stumblin' back in
Guess that killed your mood 'cause you did what you do
Turned around and walked out again
So pour a little more bourbon
Oh, it's the only thing been workin'
It wasn't my buddies, it wasn't my mama
It wasn't, no self-help how-to
It wasn't old records, it wasn't old flings
Or dancin' with somebody new
Tequila made me crazy, cold beer wouldn't do
So I whiskey'd my way over you
Whiskey'd my way
Whiskey'd my way
Oh, oh, keep the bar keep workin'
Oh, oh, pour it on this hurtin'
It wasn't my buddies, it wasn't my momma
It wasn't, no self-help how-to
It wasn't old records, and it wasn't old flings
Or dancin' with somebody new
Tequila made me crazy, cold beer wouldn't do
So I whiskey'd my way over you
Tequila didn't cut it, cold beer was no use
So I whiskey'd my way over you
For a minute I thought that I would
And there for a while couldn't even fake a smile
Even if the bad joke sounded good
I went off the rails
Thought hell, might as well
Rock bottom was callin' my name
But lookin' back now, I oughta be
In the movin' on hall-of-fame
It wasn't my buddies, it wasn't my mama
It wasn't, no self-help how-to
It wasn't old records, it wasn't old flings
Or dancin' with somebody new
Tequila made me crazy, cold beer wouldn't do
So I whiskey'd my way over you
You saw me out on a Friday downtown
With a smile that came stumblin' back in
Guess that killed your mood 'cause you did what you do
Turned around and walked out again
So pour a little more bourbon
Oh, it's the only thing been workin'
It wasn't my buddies, it wasn't my mama
It wasn't, no self-help how-to
It wasn't old records, it wasn't old flings
Or dancin' with somebody new
Tequila made me crazy, cold beer wouldn't do
So I whiskey'd my way over you
Whiskey'd my way
Whiskey'd my way
Oh, oh, keep the bar keep workin'
Oh, oh, pour it on this hurtin'
It wasn't my buddies, it wasn't my momma
It wasn't, no self-help how-to
It wasn't old records, and it wasn't old flings
Or dancin' with somebody new
Tequila made me crazy, cold beer wouldn't do
So I whiskey'd my way over you
Tequila didn't cut it, cold beer was no use
So I whiskey'd my way over you
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Writer(s): Thomas Rhett Akins, Joshua Miller, Josh Thompson, Matthew Peters Dragstrem
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