Whiskey Blues

Every morning after gin soaked sinful nights
I walk down to your door
And I place a hand on the handle
And pray that you're coming back for more

An old timer told me that its true
There ain't nothing in the world but those whiskey blues
And those blues are gonna follow you around
Shake your bones with that evil sound

And all the things we did back then
Come round and round and round again



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Colburn
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