Whiskey River Strings

(hm-mm-mm) Another glass

sitting on the wood

Trying to forget you

like I know I should

This old barstool

is my only friend

Staring down the bottle

till the bitter end

Too much whiskey in this glass tonight

Trying to wash away your memory

under dim light

But the proof is high

and my hope is low

Where did all our sweet sweet moments go

(oh lord) Bartender pours

another double neat

While the rain keeps falling

on the empty street

Every sip just tastes like your

goodbye

Burn in my throat,

tear in my eye

Too much whiskey in this glass tonight

Trying to wash away your memory

under dim light

But the proof is high

and my hope is low

Where did all our sweet sweet moments go (yeah)

Just too much whiskey... (mm-mm-mm)