Whiskey On The Fire

And he'll start drinking
Then he'll start thinking about her again
Again and again
He must've bribed the jukebox
'Cause those ol' sad songs just won't end
They just won't end

His ol' broken heart still burns with desire
'Cause you can't put out an old flame by pouring whiskey on the fire

And tonight he'll make a toast to her memory
And then he'll take another shot of a hundred proof misery

And his old broken heart still burns with desire
'Cause you can't put out an old flame pouring whiskey on the fire

His tears fall like rain but his pain just won't die down
'Cause there's another blaze that's brewing as he buys another round

And tonight he'll make a toast to her memory
Then he'll take a double shot of a hundred proof misery

And his old broken heart still burns with desire
'Cause you can't put out an old flame by pouring whiskey
No you can't put out an old flame by pouring whiskey

He'll start drinking then he'll start thinking about her again...