Whiskey Memories
When the rocks hit the bottom of the glass and I smell the perfume of the past
We were young, sipping on Kentucky's finest
A few drinks in she grabbed my hand and I knew that she wanted to dance
I spun her 'round, but that's not how the night ends
Now when I drink I think I see her in,
My old Chevrolet, windows down, hairs blowing like freedom with the music up loud
I just say I'm not living a lie but each time I hit bottom I know I can find,
It's the only place I can see her and me, Whiskey Memories
That fall night when she walked away, she looked back but had nothing to say
She was gone, moving on but I can't
Now when I drink I think I see her in
My old Chevrolet, windows down, hairs blowing like freedom with the music up loud
I just say I'm not living a lie but each time I hit bottom I know I can find
It's the only place I can see her and me, Whiskey Memories
When it touches my lips, I know that it's over, there goes a sober Sunday night. I start And think I see her in
My old Chevrolet, windows down, hairs blowing like freedom with the music up loud
I just say I'm not living a lie but each time I hit bottom I know I can find,
It's the only place I can see her and me
In my car she's still next to me in Whiskey Memories
We were young, sipping on Kentucky's finest
A few drinks in she grabbed my hand and I knew that she wanted to dance
I spun her 'round, but that's not how the night ends
Now when I drink I think I see her in,
My old Chevrolet, windows down, hairs blowing like freedom with the music up loud
I just say I'm not living a lie but each time I hit bottom I know I can find,
It's the only place I can see her and me, Whiskey Memories
That fall night when she walked away, she looked back but had nothing to say
She was gone, moving on but I can't
Now when I drink I think I see her in
My old Chevrolet, windows down, hairs blowing like freedom with the music up loud
I just say I'm not living a lie but each time I hit bottom I know I can find
It's the only place I can see her and me, Whiskey Memories
When it touches my lips, I know that it's over, there goes a sober Sunday night. I start And think I see her in
My old Chevrolet, windows down, hairs blowing like freedom with the music up loud
I just say I'm not living a lie but each time I hit bottom I know I can find,
It's the only place I can see her and me
In my car she's still next to me in Whiskey Memories
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Writer(s): Lauren Verhel
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