There's a note on the table.
Said I ain't coming back.
'Til your sorry a** is gone.
I'm tired of the cheating and running around.
I never saw the wrong in anything you've done. Whiskey's gone but I ain't leaving.
There's got to be a bottle in the back.
Whiskey's gone but I ain't leaving.
Got to get this devil off my back. Well I stumble my way into my local bar.
Where I saw the devil in my gla**.
The bartender told me it was time to go.
I told him that he could lick my sack. Whiskey's gone but I ain't leaving.
There's got to be a bottle in the back.
Whiskey's gone but I ain't leaving.
Got to get this devil off my back. Kentucky, Tennessee, you better find Whiskey.
Not leaving that's a fact.
Small batch sour mash.
Red nose, red face, gonna wreck the whole place.
Looking through the bare gla**.
Bald head chapped a** gone.
It's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.
Lord it's a hard thing to overcome to wake up and find the
Whiskey's gone. Whiskey's gone but I ain't leaving.
There's got to be a bottle in the back.
Whiskey's gone but I ain't leaving.
Got to get this devil off my back.