Walk On Whiskey

(альбом: Stereotype - 2022)

I bet I sound like a broken record
Like a backseat-floorboard scratched CD
Playing the same old sad song on repeat
Doing what they say to do to forget her
But it's just red eyes at the bottom of a bottle
Ain't no red words, ain't no gospel

Ooh, she finally got me down here on my knees
Ooh, fighting back tears and gravity
She's learning how to fly those angel wings
I'm drowning her goodbye in Tennessee
Probably wouldn't be if her halo was still hanging over me
Heaven knows she walked on water
Hell, I can't even walk on whiskey

I bet this bartender's tired of hearing my confession
And the jukebox playing that Whitley song's
Like a devil smiling, reminding me she's gone
So I'm swinging back with old number seven
And it's two on one, but it still ain't fair
Without her here, I ain't got a prayer

Ooh, she finally got me down here on my knees
Ooh, fighting back tears and gravity
She's learning how to fly those angel wings
I'm drowning her goodbye in Tennessee
Probably wouldn't be if her halo was still hanging over me
Heaven knows she walked on water
Hell, I can't even walk on whiskey

God, I know You're up there listening
Good Book says you always do
All the wrong I've done that You've forgiven
Maybe she can, too

Ooh, she finally got me down here on my knees
Ooh, fighting back tears and gravity
She's learning how to fly those angel wings
I'm drowning her goodbye in Tennessee
I probably wouldn't be if her halo was still hanging over me
Heaven knows she walked on water
Yeah, Heaven knows she walked on water
Hell, I can't even walk on whiskey
No, I can't even walk on whiskey