Taste The Whiskey

Taste The Whiskey

(Eric Lee Beddingfield, Tommy Stephenson)

This hustle down on Broadway

Ain't what I came here to find

What happened to those steel guitars

Crying Three Quarter time

All I Wanted was a country song

Mixed with the 90 proof

An Old jukebox in a smoke filled bar

That Drops a needle on the truth

Chorus: Playing way more Waylon on those grooved out 45's

Feel the chill of Hank Williams on that cold December night

Something that sounds as lonesome as Chiseled in Stone

Yeah I wanna taste the whiskey on an old Keith Whitley Song

These streets are paved with heartache and tears of the common man

Our heroes rode in Cadillacs and played in 5 piece bands

They came to town with the sound that made this whole world cry

Like that old Kentucky bluebird with a soul that was born to fly

Chorus 2 What I'd give to hear the Possum play that Ryman stage tonight

Or ride the tracks with the man in black

and help stomp out those footlights

Feel the pain in Haggard's voice when he sings me back home

Yeah I wanna taste the whiskey on an old Keith Whitley song

Bridge: I miss those good ol' days

I miss those good ol' songs

You don't know how good you got it

Till it's good and gone

Chorus 2"