Whiskey Me or the Pain

She's probably cooked out on the couch somewhere out in Oklahoma

And she's teething at the mouth, Lord knows what the girl got a hold of

And I don't know what caused it, whiskey, me or the pain

Now she's high, flying, and crying, Lord, you think she's insane

But she's never had a style of sticking around

So what'd you think about coming on back around

Take a little trip down memory lane

I know you're probably 'bout thousand miles from this town

And you always swore you weren't coming back again

Although it's been a while since I've died to see your smile

I don't really mean we could never be friends

But I wish you could come back and tell me who was it

Whiskey, me or the pain?

She's probably driving fast, drunk off her ass, flexed out of Arizona

That girl will never come ask, boy, should've listened when I told you

And I don't know what caused it, whiskey, me or the pain

Now she's driving while dropping with the booze in her veins

Lord only knows that girl won't lose another race

So what you think about coming on back around

Take a little trip down memory lane

I know you probably 'bout thousand miles from this town

And you always swore you weren't comin' back again

Although it's been a while since I've died to see your smile

I don't really mean we could never be friends

But I wish you could come back and tell me who was it

Whiskey, me or the pain

She could be high as a kite, red in the eyes in South Dakota

You know the reservation smoke tends to put a white man in a coma

And I don't know what caused it, whiskey, me or the pain

Now she's out in the backwoods, probably halfway insane

And it'll take a new life to make that curse go away

So what you think about coming on back around

Take a little trip now, memory lane

I know you're probably 'bout thousand miles from this town

And you always swore you weren't coming back again

Although it's been a while since I've died to see your smile

I don't really mean we could never be friends