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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Graham Barham
Graham Barham
Lead Vocals
Gabe Foust
Gabe Foust
Programming
Rob McNelley
Rob McNelley
Electric Guitar
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Keyboards
Will Bundy
Will Bundy
Programming
Trey Keller
Trey Keller
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Graham Barham
Graham Barham
Songwriter
Gabe Foust
Gabe Foust
Songwriter
Jacob Hackworth
Jacob Hackworth
Songwriter
Summer Overstreet
Summer Overstreet
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gabe Foust
Gabe Foust
Producer
Will Bundy
Will Bundy
Producer
Trey Keller
Trey Keller
Editing Engineer
Jim Cooley
Jim Cooley
Mixing Engineer
Zach Kuhlman
Zach Kuhlman
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I heard a slamming door
This time it damn sure ain't the breeze
Bottles on the porch cussing the fire outta me
There's tracks out in the yard
Where her tires used to be
Took everything but me
[PreChorus]
Ooh, the only thing that can handle this hell
Is that handle on the shelf, so
[Chorus]
Whiskey whiskey, get me drunk
Hit me like some kinda drug
Fix me fix me for the night
Take my mind and make it numb
Yeah, turn my world to black
Like that Number Seven Jack
'Cause she don't miss me, miss me
Tonight I'm counting on you whiskey, whiskey
[Verse 2]
She's burning through Mississippi
I'm burning though some Tennessee
Right now it's 50/50
The bottle or her memory
Gonna be gone when I sober up in the morning
If it's still hanging on I'll keep pouring
[Chorus]
Whiskey, whiskey, get me drunk
Hit me like some kinda drug
Fix me fix me for the night
Take my mind and make it numb
Yeah, turn my world to black
Like that Number Seven Jack
'Cause she don't miss me, miss me
Tonight I'm counting on you whiskey, whiskey
Tonight I'm counting on you whiskey, whiskey
[PreChorus]
Ooh, the only thing that can handle this hell
Is that handle on the shelf, so
[Chorus]
Whiskey, whiskey, get me drunk
Hit me like some kinda drug
Fix me fix me for the night
Take my mind and make it numb
Yeah, turn my world to black
Like that Number Seven Jack
'Cause she don't miss me, miss me
Tonight I'm counting on you whiskey, whiskey
[Outro]
Tonight I'm counting on you whiskey, whiskey
Written by: Gabe Foust, Graham Barham, Jacob Hackworth, Summer Overstreet
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