Bourbon Warfare (Acoustic)

My heart beats fast

When you talk slow

When It’s late at night,

And you\'re just gettin home

I can see it in your eyes

Can smell it on your words

They cut like a knife

Cause you know where it hurts

In this bourbon warfare nobody wins

I didn’t sign up to fight in this battle we’re in

Don’t wanna be another late night casualty

You’ll have to choose, Jim Beam or me

What\'s it gonna be

 

My grandmother’s vase

That she brought back from Rome

It’s in pieces on the ground

In this house that don’t feel like a home

Can’t put it back together

But there’s still a chance

That we can be together

If you can be a better man

In this bourbon warfare nobody wins

I didn’t sign up to fight in this battle that we’re in

Don’t wanna be another late night casualty

You’ll have to choose, Jim Beam or me

What\'s it gonna be

What\'s it gonna be yeah

In this bourbon warfare nobody wins

I didn’t sign up to fight in this battle we’re in

Don’t wanna be another late night casualty

So you’ll have to choose, Jim Beam or me

Yeah, you\'ll have to choose, Jim Beam or me

What\'s it gonna be

Oh, what\'s it gonna be

That bottle or me