Lyrics

No river flowed wild across flat bedrock white
Could smooth out the edges and make it feel right
Not a hundred Hank songs or words ever spoke
Could sing back a heart that's just been broke
Where there's smoke there's fire
Where there's fire there's heat
Where there's heat there's drinking
I take my whisky neat
No songbird so sad could sing like the breeze
As it sighs through the branches and leaves of my trees
No raindrops fallen from a dark winter sky
Could warm down the cheek like a tear from my eye
Where there's smoke there's fire
Where there's fire there's heat
Where there's heat there's drinking
I take my whisky neat
No words of sorrow to a billion ears
Could change the hatred of a thousand years
We've come too far and for way too long
And how come we're still talking about dropping the bomb
Where there's smoke there's fire
Where there's fire there's heat
Where there's heat there's drinking
I take my whisky neat
Written by: Bill Jackson, Ross Jackson
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