For the Love of Whiskey

In the morning when I wake up I hit the bottle slow It takes a time or two to just to get the burning to go I love her to pieces just like a womans scorn Come noon today you find me face down in the corn It's a long row to hoe drinking that bottle slow The deeper in I get the faster she'll flow And in the morning when I wake up it'll hit me like a train It's that good old drinking feeling again Well I don't like smokey bars they make me sick as hell At the end of a night of drinking I sure don't like my smell But sipping on my front porch picking on a favorite tune It's the bottle that runs empty just like a politician's tune It's a long row to hoe drinking that bottle slow The deeper in I get the faster she'll flow And in the morning when I wake up it'll hit me like a train It's that good old drinking feeling again Now this bottle it'll prolly kill me it's the truth that I sow I'm gonna have to save some for the day I go It doesn't have to end this way my life's worth more than that Than all the love I can give her knowing that she'll kill me flat It's a long row to hoe drinking that bottle slow The deeper in I get the faster she'll flow And in the morning when I wake up it'll hit me like a train It's that good old drinking feeling again And in the morning when I wake up it'll hit me like a train It's that good old drinking feeling again