Whiskey Talks

When the work is done and the night is laid before me
There's a group of messed up kids with a glass of messed up stories
They talk of fights and broncs and loves that've all been left behind
And at the bottom of that glass son there ain't a thing to hide
'Cause Whiskey Talks

When the bottle dries lord the morning comes too fast
And the beauty of it all is that it never seems to last
Through a smokey morning cigarette I see the night before
And the day to be complete makes me want a little more

'Cause Whiskey Talks
And the guitar sings and my bothers tell the tales
Of one night loves and the push and shoves
And the one night spent in jail
We talk of dreams and the kerosene that keeps those fires stocked
Though quiet are our foolish ways we know the Whiskey Talks
Whiskey Talks

Though tall the tales might be, we couldn't get enough
And with a bottle of that 90 proof we'd never call your bluff
But when the bottle fills with air, there lays the ugly truth
That bronc on the bottle marks the fountain of our youth

'Cause Whiskey Talks
And the guitar sings and my bothers tell the tales
Of one night loves and the push and shoves
And the one night spent in jail
We talk of dreams and the kerosene That keeps those fires stocked
Though quiet are our foolish ways we know the Whiskey Talks
Whiskey Talks

But the boys they all grow hungry and the work is done again
And they tell more tales and troubles almost like it never ends

'Cause Whiskey Talks
And the guitar sings and my bothers tell the tales
Of one night loves and the push and shoves
And the one night spent in jail
We talk of dreams and the kerosene that keeps those fires stocked
Though quiet are our foolish ways we know the Whiskey Talks
Whiskey Talks