Late Nights, Cheap Whiskey Mornings

Verse 1

Friday sun going down real slow

Dust on the boots and a cooler to go

Buddy’s truck on a gravel road

Radio loud with the windows low

We got a six-pack sweating in the backseat

Someone yelling “pass me that whiskey”

Stars waking up in the Tennessee sky

And nobody here asking why

Pre-Chorus

Just a bunch of fools with a little too much time

And a heart that’s trying to outrun goodbye

Chorus

So we drink till we can’t stand straight

Laugh till the morning comes in late

Beer on ice and whiskey burning

Campfire guitar and the world keeps turning

Late nights rolling, sunrise yawning

Hungover hearts on a Sunday morning

Head on the couch but my mind still spinning

Lord knows this life we’re living

Verse 2

Someone strumming chords by the firelight glow

Old wood guitar and a song we know

Singing loud and a little off-key

Like the night’s got a hold on me

And somewhere in the smoke and flame

I swear I hear her whisper my name

That old ex girl I can’t quite lose

So I take another shot of the 90 proof

Pre-Chorus

Yeah the boys say “man she ain’t worth that pain”

But the whiskey says “pour one again”

Chorus

So we drink till we can’t stand straight

Laugh till the morning comes in late

Beer on ice and whiskey burning

Campfire guitar and the world keeps turning

Late nights rolling, sunrise yawning

Hungover hearts on a Sunday morning

Head on the couch but my mind still spinning

Lord knows this life we’re living

Bridge

Morning light through the living room blinds

Empty bottles and a spinning mind

Boots on the floor, jacket on the chair

Her memory still hanging in the air

But tonight when the sun drops low

You know exactly where we’ll go

Final Chorus

Yeah we’ll drink till we can’t stand straight

Sing like the world’s our stage

Beer on ice and whiskey flowing

Where this wild road’s going

Late nights, early mornings calling

Friends still laughing, someone falling

Head on the couch but the heart still grinning

Yeah this crazy life we’re living

Outro

Another song by the campfire glow

Another round before we go

If loving, losing, living’s the price

Pour that whiskey, roll the dice.