Whiskey's Gone

There's a note on the table, said I ain't coming back

Till 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

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, gone

Lord, it's a hard thing to overcome

Wake up and 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