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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Priscilla Block
Priscilla Block
Vocals
Jake Curry
Jake Curry
Programming
Justin Johnson
Justin Johnson
Programming
Robbie Artress
Robbie Artress
Programming
Jerry Roe
Jerry Roe
Drums
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass
Bryan Sutton
Bryan Sutton
Acoustic Guitar
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Electric Guitar
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Keyboards
Josh Beale
Josh Beale
Background Vocals
Sarah Jones
Sarah Jones
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Josh Beale
Josh Beale
Songwriter
Kate Hasting
Kate Hasting
Songwriter
Sarah Jones
Sarah Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jake Curry
Jake Curry
Producer
Justin Johnson
Justin Johnson
Producer
Robbie Artress
Robbie Artress
Producer
Jim Cooley
Jim Cooley
Mixing Engineer
Mike "Frog" Griffith
Mike "Frog" Griffith
Studio Personnel
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
Justin Johnson
Justin Johnson
Producer
Sean R. Badum
Sean R. Badum
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Stupid static buzzing in through the stereo
Smoke blowing in through the patio
I'm right where I was just a week ago
Bartender sliding me a double
Of Jameson, the strong somethin' I've been missin'
Got me feeling good and believin'
Believing I'm forgettin'
The taste, the burn, the sting of you leavin'
[Verse 2]
I'm right where you left me, at the bottom of the bottle
[Verse 3]
Now I'm drunk
Like a fireball lightin' me up
Put it to my lips and I feel that rush
Letting 80 proof do what it does
And I'm high
It's rocking me through the night
Keeping me warm, holding me so tight
Finally feeling fine and then it hits me
I wish you were the whiskey
[Verse 4]
Straight up, waiting by the door when I get off
It's a sure thing I can count on
The truth is coming out a little more and more with every shot
[Verse 5]
I should've known better than to run to the bottle
[Verse 6]
Now I'm drunk
Like a fireball lightin' me up
Put it to my lips and I feel that rush
Letting 80 proof do what it does
And I'm high
It's rocking me through the night
Keeping me warm, holding me so tight
Finally feeling fine and then it hits me
I wish you were the whiskey
[Verse 7]
Yeah, the whiskey, yeah
Oh, the whiskey, yeah, the whiskey, yeah
Well, now I'm all alone and your memory's hanging over
I should've known better than to think I could trade one for the other
[Verse 8]
And I'm drunk
Like a fireball lightin' me up
Put it to my lips and I feel that rush
Letting 80 proof do what it does
And I'm high
It's rocking me through the night
Keeping me warm, holding me so tight
Finally feeling fine and then it hits me
I wish you were the whiskey
Yeah, the whiskey, yeah
Oh, the whiskey, yeah, the whiskey, yeah
Written by: Josh Beale, Kate Hasting, Priscilla Block, Sarah Jones
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