(Verse 1)
In a run-down bar where the lost souls creep,
The jukebox moans, secrets it can’t keep.
A heartbroken cowboy, hat pulled low,
Sippin’ his whiskey, in the dimming glow.
(Chorus)
Oh, whiskey and shadows, where the heartaches collide,
Ghosts of the past, like a cold summer tide.
A restless soul wandering the night,
In the arms of regret, it just don’t feel right.
(Verse 2)
She danced in his dreams, with a fire in her eyes,
But love turned to dust beneath stormy skies.
The bottle is empty, but memories flow,
In this hell of a town, he’s lost, moving slow.
(Chorus)
Oh, whiskey and shadows, where the heartaches collide,
Ghosts of the past, like a cold summer tide.
A restless soul wandering the night,
In the arms of regret, it just don’t feel right.
(Bridge)
That old leather chair, where they laughed till they cried,
Now whispers her name as the world outside dies.
He hears her soft voice in the wind’s mournful song,
Haunting him deeper, where he knows he belongs.
(Verse 3)
With the moon hanging low, like a tear in the sky,
He raises a glass, can’t remember why.
The demons are dancing, shadows in chains,
In the heart of this darkness, he’s caught in the rains.
(Chorus)
Oh, whiskey and shadows, where the heartaches collide,
Ghosts of the past, like a cold summer tide.
A restless soul wandering the night,
In the arms of regret, it just don’t feel right.
(Outro)
So here’s to the nights when the bottle runs dry,
And the echoes of love haunt the whispered goodbyes.
In this lonely old town, where the lost spirits roam,
A cowboy will wander, forever alone.
Southernpride
