Whiskey Burns

That whiskey burns

The tires on the back of that F-150

The last bit of pride that I had going

Dried on my tongue, but you're all in my head

Mm, so much for the filter on my last Marlboro Red

Some shoot straight, you shot first

It's just another thing that whiskey burns

Like a fire on Friday night

Went right out like that porch light

The bridge blew up, I knew where we were

Way past the point of no return

That welcome mat rolled up

So fast, she's had enough

'Cause the Black Label curse put the bottle to work

I'm just another think that whiskey burns

Woah, that whiskey burns

Spend my last dollar in a room with a bar seat

A moth to a flame, every single moth callin' me

You'd do the same if you lost that kinda love

So don't pour on my rocks 'cause I'm already all numb

Numb this pain, end this hurt

It's just another thing that whiskey burns

Like a fire on Friday night

Went right out like that porch light

The bridge blew up, I knew where we were

Way past the point of no return

That welcome mat rolled up

So fast, she's had enough

'Cause the Black Label curse put the bottle to work

I'm just another think that whiskey burns

Whiskey burns

Some shoot straight, you shot first

Numb this pain, end this hurt

It's just another thing that whiskey burns

Like a fire on Friday night

Went right out like that porch light

The bridge blew up, I knew where we were

Way past the point of no return

That welcome mat rolled up

So fast, she's had enough

'Cause the Black Label curse put the bottle to work

I'm just another think that whiskey burns

Woah, that whiskey burns