This Whiskey

(Verse 1)

I'm sitting here alone, on this old bar stool,

Drowning in this glass, feeling like a fool.

She left without a word, in the cold morning mist,

Now all I've got left is this fist and this whiskey.

(Pre-Chorus)

I guess they're both the same, the love and the pain,

One burns in my heart, the other in my veins.

I want 'em both to be back, but life ain't that frisky,

At least I can go to the bar and get this whiskey.

(Chorus)

Well, George Jones understood, her memory killed him,

I just want to hurt again, let the past swim.

Death by a thousand shots, of this amber whiskey,

I'll keep on drinking till I forget she ever kissed me.

(Verse 2)

Her laughter echoes still, in the corners of my mind,

In every empty bottle, her memory I find.

She’s dancing in the shadows, just beyond my reach,

In every single drop, there’s a lesson it wants to teach.

(Pre-Chorus)

I guess they're both the same, the ghost and the grain,

One haunts my soul, the other numbs the pain.

I want 'em both to fade, but she's still with me,

At least I can go to the bottle and get this whiskey.

(Chorus)

Well, Merle felt it too, the heartache and rhythm,

I'll drown in this sorrow, let it become my anthem.

Death by a thousand shots, of this burning whiskey,

I'll keep on drinking till I'm lost in this mystery.

(Bridge)

So, here's to the nights and the memories they carry,

To the love that was lost, to the burden we carry.

Here's to the pain, the joy, and the history,

Here's to her, here’s to me and here's to this whiskey.