"Weed, Whiskey And Willie" lyrics

"Weed, Whiskey And Willie"

I've got bottles and vinyl stacked to the ceilin'
I get stoned for survival, it helps with the healin'
When it all goes to hell the only thing I believe in
Is weed, whiskey, and Willie

You can take the ring
You can take or leave my name
You can have my heart
It's broken anyway
You can take my reputation
And drag it through the mud, go on and abuse it
But don't take my smoke, my jug of brown liquor or my country music

I've got bottles and vinyl stacked to the ceilin'
I get stoned for survival, it helps with the healin'
When it all goes to hell the only thing I believe in
Is weed, whiskey, and Willie

So turn the music up
I'm gonna lock all the doors
Turn off the lights and close every blind
There ain't nobody home
And the pictures on the wall
Are just about lost in a cloud of smoke
My vices and heroes will hold me together while I'm lettin' you go

I've got bottles and vinyl stacked to the ceilin'
I get stoned for survival, it helps with the healin'
And when it all goes to hell the only thing I believe in
Is weed, whiskey, and Willie
And when I'm back on my feet, I'm gonna keep on repeatin'
Weed, whiskey and Willie


Writer(s): Thomas Osborne, John Osborne, Laura Jeanne Veltz
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