Where Whiskey Goes

Just hanging out, minding my own business

Got a bucket of beer with four or five in it

Turned upside down, and Happy Hour should have ended

Then, a shot shows up with some trouble poured in it

One sip, it hits me, she's gone

Start thinkin' I can fix everything I did wrong

I know where it gets me

Whiskey always rolls

It goes down, down, down, down, warm and slow

Straight to my head, before I know it

Then, I'm bang, bang, bangin' on her front door

I had a second chance, but I need one more

On comes the porch light, out comes the baby

I want you back, take me back, miss you like crazy

Down a dead-end road with a big, fat no

That's where whiskey goes

It comes from a still in Lynchburg, Tennessee

Never been there, so how the hell does it find me?

In every single bar, on every Friday night?

I try to turn it down, but every damn time it goes

Down, down, down, down, warm and slow

Straight to my head, before I know it

Then, I'm bang, bang, bangin' on her front door

I had a second chance, but I need one more

On comes the porch light, out comes the baby

I want you back, take me back, miss you like crazy

Down a dead-end road with a big, fat no

That's where whiskey goes

Yeah, that's where whiskey goes

It goes down, down, down, down, warm and slow

Straight to my head, before I know it

Then, I'm bang, bang, bangin' on her front door

I had a second chance, but I need one more

On comes the porch light, out comes the baby

I want you back, take me back, miss you like crazy

Down a dead-end road with a big, fat no

That's where whiskey goes

Yeah, that's where whiskey goes

Yeah