Old Whiskey's Better Than New Whiskey

An old rocking chair creaks under the moon,

Memories linger like an old fiddle's tune.

The barn smells of hay, the leather worn thin,

Things get better with the years they’ve been.

Old whiskey’s better than new whiskey,

A little rough, but it’s rich and risky.

Time makes the sweet burn worth the fight,

Old whiskey warms better than new whiskey might.

Granddad’s boots sit by the back door,

Worn soles that’ve walked through so much more.

The stories they tell, the places they’ve been,

Like love that deepens with the weight of sin.

Old whiskey’s better than new whiskey,

It rolls slow, but it sure feels frisky.

Aged in barrels, kissed by the light,

Old whiskey burns sweeter in the quiet of night.

You can chase the shine, the flash and the glow,

But the good things come when you take it slow.

A steady hand, a patient pour,

Old whiskey’s got what you’re looking for.

Old whiskey’s better than new whiskey,

It’s got a soul that’s deep and risky.

Let it linger, let it bite,

Old whiskey’s love just feels right.