You thought I'd die
When you said goodbye
For a minute I thought that I would
And there for awhile
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 calling my name
But lookin' back now I oughta be
In the moving on hall of fame
It wasn't my buddies
It wasn't my momma
It wasn't no self-help how-to
It wasn't old records
It wasn't old flames
Or dancing 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 friday downtown
With a smile that came stumbling 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 working
It wasn't my buddies
It wasn't my momma
It wasn't no self-help how-to
It wasn't old records
It wasn't old flames
Or dancing 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
It wasn't old flames
Or dancing 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
Paroles2Chansons dispose d’un accord de licence de paroles de chansons avec la Société des Editeurs et Auteurs de Musique (SEAM)
