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PERFORMING ARTISTS
William Cody Pennington
William Cody Pennington
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Cody Pennington
William Cody Pennington
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ryan Hadlock
Ryan Hadlock
Producer

Lyrics

I don't go out on a Monday
Most the time I'm stuck in at my home
But there's been enough share of the crazy
That I've done and she's done
And she says I gotta go
But the lights aint as bright as they used to be
Music's too loud for you to think
This place seems a little better with someone
So, Line 'em up so I can shoot 'em down
Test the limits of this old town and
Show all them woo girls how it's done
Cause I guess that
Whiskey's better than sober heartaches
Cloudy heads beat the hell outta feeling alone
Drunk or not she won't forgive my mistakes
At least that brown gold lets me have fun on my own
We might have gone great together
But whiskey's better
It ain't long til them eyes come my way
Movin' on in close tryin' to buy me a drink
Hold on now, I ain't on the prowl
Too deep in the Beam to give up now
You might be nice
But let's set the record straight
Cause I know that
Whiskey's better than sober heartaches
Cloudy heads beat the hell outta feeling alone
And yeah you might be the next best mistake
But catch your breath cause
I think I'll be fine on my own
We might have gone great together
But whiskey's better
If I want something to keep me warm in colder weather
Something that'll stick by me forever
Well, whiskey's better than sober heartaches
Cloudy heads beat the hell outta feeling alone
I don't wanna choose between a rock and a hard place
I'd rather choose Tennessee or Kentucky-grown
You and me, we might've had a shot together
But whiskeys better
Written by: William Cody Pennington
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