Smoke In My Whiskey

[Verse 1]
Old boots in the gravel
Tailgate dropping slow
Cooler full of trouble
Sun sinking low
You laugh in that flannel
Hair smelling like pine
I pour you something amber
Say “baby
Take your time”
[Chorus]
Got smoke in my whiskey
Bourbon on your lips
That bonfire dancing
On your fingertips
Out here under these wide open stars
You lean in and steal my heart
Smoke in my whiskey
Burning in the dark
[Verse 2]
Mason jar passing
Stories getting loud
Crickets doing backup
To this rowdy little crowd
Your hand finds my shoulder
Like you’ve done it all your life
I taste oak and sugar
When you kiss me twice
[Chorus]
Got smoke in my whiskey
Bourbon on your lips
That bonfire dancing
On your fingertips
Out here under these wide open stars
You lean in and steal my heart
Smoke in my whiskey
Burning in the dark
[Bridge]
Let the night run longer (hey!)
Let that log burn slow
If this is what forever feels like
I ain’t ever heading home
[Chorus]
Got smoke in my whiskey
Bourbon on your lips
That bonfire dancing
On your fingertips
Out here under these wide open stars
You lean in and steal my heart
Smoke in my whiskey
Burning in the dark

rock, Gritty country rock groove with twangy electric guitars, stomping kick, and a warm bass bed. Male vocals with a rough-around-the-edges charm, verses tight and story-driven. Chorus explodes with stacked harmonies and big crash hits, bridge strips back to acoustic and toms before a final, anthemic hook. Touch of slapback on the lead vocal to keep it rowdy and live., country rock