Whiskey's Gone

There's a note on the table, said, "I ain't coming back 'Til your sorry ass is gone I'm tired of the cheating and running around I never saw the wrong in anything you've done" Whiskey's gone, but I ain't leaving There's got to be a bottle in the back Whiskey's gone, but I ain't leaving Got to get this devil off my— Well, I stumble my way down to the local bar Where I saw the devil in my glass The bartender told me it was time to go I told him that he could lick my sack Whiskey's gone, but I ain't leaving There's got to be a way to get her back Whiskey's gone, but I ain't leaving Got to get this devil off my— (I could drive) (No, I could drive) (Oh, shit!) Kentucky, Tennessee, you better find whiskey Not leaving, that's a fact Small batch, sour mash Red nose, red face, gonna wreck the whole place Looking through the bare glass Bald head, chapped ass, gone Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone Lord, it's a hard thing to overcome Wake up, find the whiskey's gone Whiskey's gone, but I ain't leaving There's got to be a bottle of Jim Black Whiskey's gone, but I ain't leaving Got to get this devil off my—