"Whiskey Proof" lyrics

"Whiskey Proof"

Whiskey proof
Whiskey proof

This neon dive bar hole in a brick wall
Making its rent on alcohol is a time machine
'Cause this cover band playing for tips in a pickle jar
Every pretty girl in every ole boy's arms, it's you and me
Girl, every shot I take ain't nothing but a waste

Your memory's whiskey proof
Nothing Tennessee can do
Even Kentucky's strongest
Can't get a handle on it
Your memory's whiskey proof

Everything I didn't say, watching you walk away
Heart breaking on replay, every empty glass
I wish I could get you back
The more I sit and sip, the more I taste your lips

Your memory's whiskey proof
Nothing Tennessee can do
Even Kentucky's strongest
Can't get a handle on it
Your memory's whiskey proof

Yeah, your memory's whiskey proof
Nothing Tennessee can do
Even Kentucky's strongest
Can't get a handle on it
Your memory's whiskey proof, yeah

Round after round, I'll be shutting it down
While your memory'll spin me around and around
Round after round, I'll be shutting it down
While your memory'll spin me around and around


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