Whiskey (Acoustic)
Guess I'll call in sick
Try to get my truck fixed
So I can head out west
Fix the ache in my chest
It's a dusty road
And always winding
But it's up to us
To do the finding
When the going gets tough you tend to get going
You're a real hard bluff when the ball gets rolling
And the days get rough that storm's coming in
I shoulda seen it coming
The way you kept on runnin' back
I was on the mend
On the straight and narrow
But just around the bend
Here I go again
We were on the rocks
Headed for the gallows
We gave it all we got
Took one last shot
We both got lost
When the going gets tough you tend to get going
You're a real hard bluff when the ball gets rolling
And the days get rough that storm's coming in
Well it mighta been the whiskey that you were pouring
Neither one of us was keeping score
And there's no way of knowing where the bottle ends
I shoulda seen it coming (shoulda seen it coming)
The way you kept on runnin' back
Mighta been the whiskey that you were pouring
Neither one of us were keeping score
Now you're runnin'
You're runnin'
When the going gets tough you tend to get going
You're a real hard bluff when the ball gets rolling
And the days get rough that storm is coming
It mighta been the whiskey that you were pouring
Neither one of us was keeping score
And there's no way of knowing where the bottle ends
I shoulda seen it coming (shoulda seen it coming)
The way you kept on runnin' back to her
Try to get my truck fixed
So I can head out west
Fix the ache in my chest
It's a dusty road
And always winding
But it's up to us
To do the finding
When the going gets tough you tend to get going
You're a real hard bluff when the ball gets rolling
And the days get rough that storm's coming in
I shoulda seen it coming
The way you kept on runnin' back
I was on the mend
On the straight and narrow
But just around the bend
Here I go again
We were on the rocks
Headed for the gallows
We gave it all we got
Took one last shot
We both got lost
When the going gets tough you tend to get going
You're a real hard bluff when the ball gets rolling
And the days get rough that storm's coming in
Well it mighta been the whiskey that you were pouring
Neither one of us was keeping score
And there's no way of knowing where the bottle ends
I shoulda seen it coming (shoulda seen it coming)
The way you kept on runnin' back
Mighta been the whiskey that you were pouring
Neither one of us were keeping score
Now you're runnin'
You're runnin'
When the going gets tough you tend to get going
You're a real hard bluff when the ball gets rolling
And the days get rough that storm is coming
It mighta been the whiskey that you were pouring
Neither one of us was keeping score
And there's no way of knowing where the bottle ends
I shoulda seen it coming (shoulda seen it coming)
The way you kept on runnin' back to her
Credits
Writer(s): Daigle Zarchikoff Aline, Backus Anna
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