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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Priscilla Block
Priscilla Block
Vocals
Jake Curry
Jake Curry
Programming
Justin Johnson
Justin Johnson
Programming
Robbie Artress
Robbie Artress
Programming
Jerry Roe
Jerry Roe
Drums
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass
Bryan Sutton
Bryan Sutton
Acoustic Guitar
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Electric Guitar
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Keyboards
Josh Beale
Josh Beale
Background Vocals
Sarah Jones
Sarah Jones
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Josh Beale
Josh Beale
Songwriter
Sarah Jones
Sarah Jones
Songwriter
Kate Hasting
Kate Hasting
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jake Curry
Jake Curry
Producer
Justin Johnson
Justin Johnson
Producer
Robbie Artress
Robbie Artress
Producer
Jim Cooley
Jim Cooley
Mixing Engineer
Mike "Frog" Griffith
Mike "Frog" Griffith
Studio Personnel
Sean R. Badum
Sean R. Badum
Assistant Recording Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
Justin Johnson
Justin Johnson
Producer

Lyrics

Stupid static buzzing in through the stereo Smoke blowin' in through the patio I'm right where I was just a week ago Bartender slidin' me a double Of Jameson, strong, somethin' I've been missin' Got me feelin' good and believin' Believin' I'm forgettin' the taste The burn, the sting of you leavin' I'm right where you left me At the bottom of the bottle Now I'm drunk, like a fireball lightin' me up Put it to my lips and I feel that rush Lettin' 80 proof do what it does And I'm high, it's rockin' me through the night Keepin' me warm, holdin' me so tight Finally, feelin' fine, and then it hits me I wish you were the whiskey Straight up, waitin' by the door when I get off It's a sure thing I can count on The truth is comin' out a little more And more with every shot I should've known better Than to run to the bottle Now I'm drunk, like a fireball lightin' me up Put it to my lips and I feel that rush Lettin' 80 proof do what it does And I'm high, it's rockin' me through the night Keepin' me warm, holdin' me so tight Finally, feelin' fine, and then it hits me I wish you were the whiskey Yeah, the whiskey, yeah, oh The whiskey, yeah, the whiskey, yeah Well, now I'm all alone And your memory is hangin' over I should've known better than to think I could trade one for the other And I'm drunk, like a fireball lightin' me up Put it to my lips and I feel that rush Lettin' 80 proof do what it does And I'm high, it's rockin' me through the night Keepin' me warm, holdin' me so tight Finally, feelin' fine, and then it hits me I wish you were the whiskey Yeah, the whiskey, yeah, oh The whiskey, yeah, the whiskey, yeah
Writer(s): Priscilla Block, Sarah Jones, Josh Beale, Kate Hasting Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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