If Whiskey Could Talk

If you wake up hungover
It's your own damn fault
That's what I'd hear
If my whiskey could talk

I was made for sipping
And some old records spinning
Laid back and listening
To Haggard and Jones
I was made for good friends
And camp fire reminiscing
And that warm easy feeling
Down deep in your soul

So why you out here trying
To tarnish my name
You go half crazy
And I'll get the blame
And if you wake up hungover
It's your own damn fault
That's what I'd hear
If my whiskey could talk

I know you got problems
But man I can't solve em'
Cause I'm just a bottle
Sitting here on a shelf
And I know what you're feeling
But if you keep on reaching
We're gonna both end up empty
With nothing else left

So why you out here trying
To tarnish my name
You go half crazy
And I'll get the blame
And if you wake up hungover
It's your own damn fault
That's what I'd hear
If my whiskey could talk

So why you out here trying
To tarnish my name
You do something stupid
And I'll get the blame
And if you wake up hungover
It's your own damn fault
Yeah, that's what I'd hear
If my whiskey could talk
That's what I'd hear
If my whiskey could talk