Whiskey

Yeah

I sit here staring at this empty bottle, praying to another glass

'Cause on this road we lost some people who ain't coming back

Whiskey got me spinning round in circles like we're running track

While we chip away at the surface hoping that something cracks

I just try to hold it down

It's funny how you slip, Jack

And most of you don't come around

Unless you see a quick check

My baby mama's screaming

My daughter just wanna see me

She thinks if she keeps up from me

Somehow that'll make us even

But no one seem to believe me

That's why I'm drinking these demons

A hundred proof and a reason

It's a wonder I'm still breathing

Lord, keep me in your reach

Even though I know I'm a heathen

'Cause the devil trying to keep me through

This whiskey that I'm drinking, try to quit

'Cause it's the same old bottle, pain I'm trying to swallow

Feel like a desperado, so fuck them, it's not a motto

'Cause we ain't promised tomorrow, so I'm pushing the throttle

Someone pass me a bottle of that whiskey

I think the devil's trying to get me, yeah

Bottle of that whiskey

The devil's trying to get me, yeah

Bottle of that whiskey

I think the devil's trying to get me, yeah

A bottle of that whiskey

The devil's trying to get me, yeah

My daddy taught me to be a leader

So I'm trying to do the best I can

Wrestling with evil

But the faith in me speaks

The message that I send to other people

Is you gotta to fight temptation

Regardless the situation, life takes you

Because looks can be deceiving

And that's the main reason we all seem to get caught sleeping

So what's the hold up?

It's better to wake up than get woke up

We're caught in a pickle like kosher

But no, I'm not the weatherman

But the rain time's over, and the clouds got to go

To get the sunshine closer, now, I feel it glowing

I'm doing what I'm supposed to

Regardless if any storm approaches

Because I know that God will light the way

So goodbye to all the rains

Tomorrow will be a brighter day, I promise

'Cause it's the same old bottle, pain I'm trying to swallow

Feel like a desperado, so fuck them, it's not a motto

'Cause we ain't promised tomorrow, so I'm pushing the throttle

Someone pass me a bottle of that whiskey

I think the devil's trying to get me, yeah

Bottle of that whiskey

The devil's trying to get me, yeah

Bottle of that whiskey

I think the devil's trying to get me, yeah

A bottle of that whiskey

The devil's trying to get me, yeah

Between a pagan and a prophet (testify, shout it)

It's ironic (pray it to the good Lord)

Listen baby, just pull that tap handle back

Make it smart with the candle wax

I got problems, that's no problem, this is how I handle that

Drink away the memories of the shit that I did when I was drunk

And make some new ones I can run away tomorrow from

Because the devil's on the prowl (prowl)

Feel like life is going South (South)

Smoking like a chimney, shouldn't this whiskey then be on the house

Bartender's like that's illogical

But I'm like not impossible

Just run me a tab, and keep the shots

Coming back like the son of the prodigal (hallelujah)

Can I get a witness in this piece?

'Cause all the liquor I pour in my stomach

Is just designed to comfort the beast

Even when I'm hungry or weak (yes)

I'm frustrated at coming in peace (yes)

I gotta have my drinks

There's something to be said for consistency

'Cause it's the same old bottle, pain I'm trying to swallow

Feel like a desperado, so fuck them, it's not a motto

'Cause we ain't promised tomorrow, so I'm pushing the throttle

Someone pass me a bottle of that whiskey

I think the devil's trying to get me, yeah

Bottle of that whiskey

The devil's trying to get me, yeah

Bottle of that whiskey

I think the devil's trying to get me, yeah

A bottle of that whiskey

The devil's trying to get me, yeah

'Cause it's the same old bottle, pain I'm trying to swallow

Feel like a desperado, so fuck them, it's not a motto

'Cause we ain't promised tomorrow, so I'm pushing the throttle

Someone pass me a bottle of that whiskey

I think the devil's trying to get me, yeah

Bottle of that whiskey

The devil's trying to get me, yeah

The devil smokes a cigarette, and the jack-o'-lantern rocks

And the bartender is an angel that's passing me shots

And the bouncer is a preacher that frantically nods

And is ready to throw me out this bitch at every chance that he's got