More than the Whiskey

The sun sets low on this dusty old town,

The bar lights flicker, the jukebox spins 'round.

But I don’t need a drink to get me through,

'Cause nothing hits me harder than loving you.

The bottle's on the shelf, but it can't compare,

To the warmth of your hand, the smell of your hair.

Every shot I’ve taken fades away,

When you’re by my side at the end of the day.

You mean more than the whiskey, more than the rye,

More than the moon in a Louisiana sky.

When life gets heavy, you’re my sweet escape,

You’re the fire in my heart, the burn I crave.

I’ve heard the stories, the songs they all sing,

About drowning your sorrows and the pain it can bring.

But I’ve got no need for that bitter sting,

Your love’s my cure, my everything.

The clink of the glasses, the buzz of the crowd,

None of it matters when you’re around.

The world could spin off, and I’d still be fine,

As long as you’re here, forever mine.

You mean more than the whiskey, more than the rye,

More than the moon in a Louisiana sky.

When life gets heavy, you’re my sweet escape,

You’re the fire in my heart, the burn I crave.

You mean more than the whiskey.

You mean more than the whiskey.