Whiskey don’t talk back (human version)

Got a porch full of memories

But the chairs all sit alone

Used to be a fire in this house

Now it's just creaks in the bones

Friends rode off like horses

Chasing their own wind

I'm stuck with my shadow

And it don't speak much again

The older I get, the quieter the night

The folks stop calling, and the phone quits its fight

I pour another glass, stare at what I like

Only thing that keeps me company is whiskey don't talk back

I wore outlaw on my jacket, thought freedom was a prize

Never knew that empty rooms were the toll I'd pay with time

Women like summer storms, hopped in, gone by dawn

Now the bed's a cold reminder of the roads I walked alone

The older I get, the quieter the night

The folks stop calling, and the phone quits its fight

I pour another glass, stare at what I like

Only thing that keeps me company is whiskey don't talk back

I ain't begging for pity, just telling it straight

You had run enough, some said, "You'd end up chasing your fate"

Ain't no glory in the silence, mm, when the jukebox dies

Just a man and his past, and the truth he can't deny

The older I get, the quieter the night

The folks stop calling, and the phone quits its fight

I pour another glass, stare at what I like

Only thing that keeps me company is whiskey don't talk back

So here's to the lonely riders who thought they'd never fold

You don't feel the weight of freedom 'til your boots get old, ah

I raise this glass to the darkness, let the memories fade to black

The night don't owe me nothing

And whiskey don't talk back

And whiskey

Don't talk back