Whiskey Bound
Yeah, this time feels different
She's on the phone with her best friend
Sayin' this is it...
Packin' all her shhhhh
Better re-download my uber
Heard my bar is servin' two-fers
Rather drink than fight
Imma let her say goodbye
Yeahhh
Now that she's really gone
Pour me another one
Don't let my glass run out
I'd rather be free again
Than be stuck on this rusty merry go-round
I hope she gassed up her daddy's pickup
She's using for movin' out
hell if I'm gonna chase her down
I'm hell bent on being whiskey bound
As my buzz gets deeper
Her leavin' gets sweeter
Keep an open tab
I'll close up on what we had
Got ol' Hank on touch tunes
This is what he'd do
Screw "Lonesome I Could Cry"
Imma celebrate tonight
Yyyeaaahhh
Now that she's really gone
Pour me another one
Don't let my glass run out
I'd rather be free again
Than be stuck on this rusty merry go-round
I hope she gassed up her daddy's pickup
She's using for movin' out
hell if I'm gonna chase her down
I'm hell bent on being whiskey bound
Now that she's really gone
Pour me another one
Don't let me glass run out
I'd rather be free again
Than be stuck on this rusty merry go-round
I hope she gassed up her daddy's pickup
She's using for movin' out
hell if I'm gonna chase her down
I'm hell bent on being whiskey bound
Yeahhh
I'm hell bent on being whiskey bound
She's on the phone with her best friend
Sayin' this is it...
Packin' all her shhhhh
Better re-download my uber
Heard my bar is servin' two-fers
Rather drink than fight
Imma let her say goodbye
Yeahhh
Now that she's really gone
Pour me another one
Don't let my glass run out
I'd rather be free again
Than be stuck on this rusty merry go-round
I hope she gassed up her daddy's pickup
She's using for movin' out
hell if I'm gonna chase her down
I'm hell bent on being whiskey bound
As my buzz gets deeper
Her leavin' gets sweeter
Keep an open tab
I'll close up on what we had
Got ol' Hank on touch tunes
This is what he'd do
Screw "Lonesome I Could Cry"
Imma celebrate tonight
Yyyeaaahhh
Now that she's really gone
Pour me another one
Don't let my glass run out
I'd rather be free again
Than be stuck on this rusty merry go-round
I hope she gassed up her daddy's pickup
She's using for movin' out
hell if I'm gonna chase her down
I'm hell bent on being whiskey bound
Now that she's really gone
Pour me another one
Don't let me glass run out
I'd rather be free again
Than be stuck on this rusty merry go-round
I hope she gassed up her daddy's pickup
She's using for movin' out
hell if I'm gonna chase her down
I'm hell bent on being whiskey bound
Yeahhh
I'm hell bent on being whiskey bound
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Writer(s): Sam Grow
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